Impossible to say that you know me.
Impossible to see what's before your heart.
You could know me inside out... outside in.
But I could never let you into this poor part.
The part where I idle in state
Sit by the bank drinking thirstily of fantasy
Seeing you stand there while the northern lights fade in my peripheral
You envision the delusioned gold milky way in my dark sky
This galaxy contains all but stars
My breath of polluted air... The rivers are arid... Your replenished dreams are echoing
you have already been called for breakfast
Yet you cling.
for what?
When it is the message below the hollow line you should accept.
There is no food...
There are no riches...
Love infected all but the starving hearts.
you know inside out...outside in
That the reaper reigns in these poor parts.
