death of an artist

(F with out root on high strings)
Am
C
Gmod (slide formation of Cmajor)

on the look out for my sails
sheets of white green catchin' me
when we can't work out I bail
checking new waters promising

myself...

will remember my home
I could never forget tracks that ran
along
marshes with cats nine-tails
pine scented, turning dappled trails

along

now find a balance
between bright electric sunsets

and twisting metal wires
find some solace in it

in an parishing art-form (C and F alternate)
in superficial shit-storm

square pills for round souls
damn notions of my swift endings
trusted science to unveil
turn that pointing finger round on me


your helping me find my...
faith in complementing souls
don't even know you
yet your pulling along
hoping to have you
hoping you will have me too
just let our eyes meet
brown green mix with your blue

What if?

What if?
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What if the world doesn't follow the rules that I was promised?
What if it leaves its tasks, its endless spinning, its track around the sun?

What if the land doesn't lie still?
What if it opens up and swallows me, without negotiation?

What if I attempt to help, but my efforts are in vain?
What if my time is ill spent?

What if life lets me down?
What if I never know what I want?

What if the sky doesn't lie still?
What If it opens up and swallows me up, without preamble?

What if god does not exist?
What if god does not care?

What I am too scared and say "what if" forever?

What if I never see you again?

What if: then?

What now?