Copy Cats (feat. Linah Rocio)

Looks like I'm getting my groove back

My flow

Looks like I'm connected again

I find myself decoding, deprogramming, dissolving

And it's mystical and beautiful and terrifying

I'm terrified

Yes, that other language

What are we without words?

What if there are no words for my experience?

What if I can only just be?

Be in this void

That is in fact everything

A paradox

We want to embrace each other, really

We want to feel each other's skin

Each other's breath

We want nearness

We want intimacy

Instead we penetrate, we conquer, we pretend

We pretend to have it all together

We pretend to be important, busy, successful

We pretend that we absolutely do not pretend that

We want to escape what our elders call endurance and dignity

Instead, we want to stay young

We want to be glamorous

We want to be seen

We want to be followed

And with wanting all these things, we escape our beauty

The beauty that we inhabit is more than

Just the amount of time we spend keeping it

Some never age

They harbor their wisdom and keep it in their hearts

And with every beat it becomes more meaningful

Goes deeper

We claim to be individuals

With individual taste

And an individual smile

But then, we're just copycats

We could sit still

We could just hold each other

Instead we talk too much

Small talk

To cover the silence

To cover the obvious

To cover up

I don't want to meet exciting people

I don't want to meet important people

I just wanna meet people

People with stories

People with wounds

I want what's real

What's there in the moment

And some things cannot be touched or heard