It will never be the same

Thumbnail detail from National Tile Museum in Lisbon

I guess I didn’t like where it started out, but that can change in an instant. Yes I know I’ve been something long wrong. I’ve been distorted in my essence. Still it’s unclear how I should be. Even though it’s clear I’m willing to be whatever is asked of me. Whatever is asked of me.

I guess I didn’t like where we started out. I can hear the gravel in my breath. You smell of flowers. Your skin smells like the light. When you come all around me in the room it’s like there is no shadowed night anymore. It’s like there never could be ever again. Like there never could be ever again.

I know I’m full of ridiculous demands. As if there was anything in my hands! But I’m small and you are large and in charge. I’m only the pieces left behind. I’m like a tape to rewind. The evidence of a looping mind.

I guess I didn’t like where we started out. You know me, I will shout about it! I will shout because I’m not sure if anyone’s there. I will shout about it, because I’m not sure if anyone can hear.

I guess I didn’t like where we started out, but I’ve got no illusions now about who’s running this thing. I’ve have no skills to apply, not even to singing.

I can’t conduct myself. I can’t conduct the train. I’ve got no idea what’s happening, but I know it’ll never be the same.