Human Oceans

The melody is ending as Mozarts mute their notes forever

Giving up on crowded bars of people wishing that they could continue with their chatter

All these Shakespeares tearing up empty rooms

Their words hit the walls and ricochet

A funeral scream in the vacant gloom

A dying art in a dying age

There's a sense of separation

A loss of action in summation

A lack of resolve to become something more

But you could drown in human oceans without ever reaching shore

Outstripped by all my peers, my greatest fear is putting pen to paper

(I'll get to it later)

But I dream of empty staves, staring at me in outright accusation

And I dread their condemnation

(They seek kairosis, a sense of purpose)

Come to the movies babe, we'll see a re-made classic

Same plot, same scenes, shiny aesthetic

Don't turn your head away, there's nothing here to harm you

It's been designed to be generic

I feel like in consumption

We're deadened to sensation

And I've dallied from creation, and my attempts to rectify this error reach down to my core

But you could drown in human oceans without ever being sure

So step right in and see the human ocean roar

Dive right in and see the human ocean roar