Things look up, I look up with them.
Life's goals are close and neverending.
The puzzle fits together perfectly
at first..
The world appears to be a good place.
Children laughing and playing.
I get the puzzle wet
The table stays dry.
I look at nothing, SYKE!
a piece of my puzzle is missing.
i find it, replace it
lots more pieces, so little time, it fits
I look around at nothing once again,
A kid cries for a popsicle and i envy him.
Even the playing field,
No means no.
Lovers hold eachother
Sometimes something spills
Their puzzle gets wet
Their table stays dry
30 more years, no reason to stop now.
Children laughing and playing
I got the puzzle wet
and the table stayed dry
I involve you
you bring your own pieces
we combine with eachother
it appears to fit
I look at nothing, SYKE!
another piece is missing
i look you in the eyes
i replace the missing piece with yours
Smiles and conversation
It gets wet again
I look in your eyes again
The table must be dry
I'm happy it's now and not later
I want children to laugh and play
They work 6 pieces
We work too many to count
The future is so far
Now is so real and good
30 years goes by slow,
i hope
The children stop laughing and playing
I look at nothing, SYKE!
Another piece is missing
I search and search
There it is! SYKE!
I cannot find it.
I spill something
The table gets wet
Where are you?
Where are your pieces?
The table is wet
The gaps Visible
A trail of pieces leads me to you
A hole in your bag
You talk to your friend
I cock my eyebrow
Another trail
They lead me to the children
They laugh and play
Their mom is picking up pieces
30 years into the future
It seemed so soon, now so far
It speeds up
i hope
Life's hopes and dreams
soaked under a worthless puzzle
distant and limited
all of a sudden..
No more children laughing
No more popsicles
Their puzzles get wet
Their table molds
30 more years, and i can't wait any longer
the train will get me there in seconds
bypass goals, bypass time
end it, wait at the tracks
I looked at nothing, SYKE!
a piece was missing
I looked into your eyes, trustingly
The piece i grabbed was useless
The tracks lead me to my journey's end
Bypass Goals, Bypass the children
Quickly and surely
Save the table
visions of clouds through translucent skin
the result of your fear settles in
a white light that saturates rods and cones
passes out hope of an eternal home
all of your friends will be there in the end
depending where and when the wind blows them
as fear turns to comfort, survival is evaded
the dream in the pipe is less complicated
white gloves and face masks make declarations
of the hour and minute of your last exhalation
while your muscles tense, the fog thins away
opaque conquers invisible, darkness wins the day
the comfort and the night-light that were in the tunnel
all sucked away like beer down a funnel
it's too dark to tell if your friends are around
where did you go? 2 yards in the ground