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falling time
to all the dreamers and to all the thinkers:
you are a bunch of fools.
tomorrow crashdived into yesterday
and the world's going to die soon.
trust me, i was there once,
and your mouth is not
a good place to have your heart;
it's better left out on your long sleeve.
take a pinch of sky from your desk
and just hold it for a while
then blow it away, all you little
dreamers and thinkers.
__
to all you scientists and astronomers,
stop playing the stars like a harp,
and stop harping on and on
because there's a new problem --
and all you little people, listen:
it's gaining on us fast.
so stop looking ahead
and start looking behind.
but there is no way out of this mess.
chaos, disaster, screams on the street;
rivers of mud tumble down Highway 21.
there is no explanation. don't try.
don't try to describe the pain and the way
your heart shattered beneath your ribcage.
you're dying. don't stare into the distance mumbling
it's too early for the apocalypse. five years too early--
the earth does not have a wristwatch.
she groaned, she ached, she exploded
beneath the weight of the world.
there is no reason. run.
to all the dreamers and to all the thinkers:
you are a bunch of fools.
tomorrow crashdived into yesterday
and the world's going to die soon.
trust me, i was there once,
and your mouth is not
a good place to have your heart;
it's better left out on your long sleeve.
take a pinch of sky from your desk
and just hold it for a while
then blow it away, all you little
dreamers and thinkers.
__
to all you scientists and astronomers,
stop playing the stars like a harp,
and stop harping on and on
because there's a new problem --
and all you little people, listen:
it's gaining on us fast.
so stop looking ahead
and start looking behind.
but there is no way out of this mess.
chaos, disaster, screams on the street;
rivers of mud tumble down Highway 21.
there is no explanation. don't try.
don't try to describe the pain and the way
your heart shattered beneath your ribcage.
you're dying. don't stare into the distance mumbling
it's too early for the apocalypse. five years too early--
the earth does not have a wristwatch.
she groaned, she ached, she exploded
beneath the weight of the world.
there is no reason. run.
this is a collab with the wonderful ~oneofthose-rachels
a little cynical, but i like it. what do you think?
comments welcome
see her version here:[link] (:
a little cynical, but i like it. what do you think?
comments welcome
see her version here:[link] (:
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