SCHROEDINGERS DANCE

All these tidal waves

All this mess

Washed upon the shore in an empty head

And I watch them coming again

Got trapped inside a net

By some sort of fishermen

Dragged into this

Tiny abyss

And I watch them

Do it again

Do it

Again

A sword, no sign

A strange feline

Voices missing lips

Touch without fingertips

Awake and dead, awake and dead

Everything revolves around a cat

Caged in a locked up hide

You are deceased and alive

On Off

In Out

Up Down

High Low

New Old

Fly Drown

Life Death

Fight Bow

Words, signs, strange felines

Love is softly spoken

Tidal waves are broken