No. Please don’t go.
You don’t know how dark it will be down inside that hole.
No. Don’t go away.
There are those who walk & talk but inside they are not the same.
You don’t know. You’ve not seen eyes
where nothing there behind them lies.
Reflecting distant galaxies absorbing all your fantasies.
Until they leave you all behind.
And you wonder what you did down here alive with all your time.
Because they say hi and they say hi and they say hi and they say hi-
That’s what they do, that’s what they do, that’s what they do.
And they won’t die, no they won’t die, no they won’t die, no they won’t die-
They live from you, they live from you, they live from you.
And then you sink into the blue.
Like a friend.
You follow till you’ve lost yourself around too many bends.
Smile. Play pretend.
Dance or cry it doesn’t change what happens in the story’s end.
You don’t know. You’ve lived in truth
where trees and birds protected you.
But in the city there she lies the light of towers in her eyes.
She knows what happens in the end.
Did you think you were the first time that she found a funny friend?
Because she’ll say hi and she’ll say hi and she’ll say hi and she’ll say hi-
That’s what they do, that’s what they do, that’s what they do.
And they won’t die, no they won’t die, no they won’t die, no they won’t die-
They live from you, they live from you, they live from you.
And then they sink into the blue.
Faces fade into the black. Words that can’t be taken back.
A pact that flows into a hole.
Now you know the place where all the dreams that die will go & go.
Because she’ll say hi and she’ll say hi and she’ll say hi and she’ll say hi-
That’s what they do, that’s what they do, that’s what they do.
And they won’t die, no they won’t die, no they won’t die, no they won’t die-
They live from you, they live from you, they live from you.
And then they sink into the blue.
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One reply on “The City”
Truer words were never said, or maybe they have, but you describe the process. “They live from you”. And herein might be the answers to so many questions. Is that the exchange for what they provide? Is that the pact we had arriving on this earth? Or are these learned behaviors? I think many are inherently there, then corrupted to an extent by life’s leanings, structures and belief systems etc
How to bring it back to balance. I do not know. But you hit on something here. “they live from you”. Leaving us to carry the heavy, willingly or not.