Cannot Stay, Cannot Go

The woman was a crow and a crow was a woman

The young men were insane all their gaze on the good ones

Sleeping was a disgrace, only worth in the outcomes

History was not there, only place in the archive

 

The trees were on the way, only fields full of profits

The ancient beings killed for the floorboards of sailboats

Dreaming was wasting time, precious time that is money

The future was not here, only time in the right now

And it burns

And it sways

Look away

Cannot stay, cannot go

The prophet was a god and the god was a prophet

The language void of words for illusions of masters

Translating hate transforming the basis of being

History written here, can't undo what is there now

The word for the world is the same, it's a forest

Naming things now lost is remembering, mourning

Existing as a whole, more than parts separated

The future written now, only worth in the action