POETRY

What is the Measure?

If time were the measure
and life were the chords
we’d be accordions.

(Verse)
I’m taking back all the steps I have taken
taken just as long to retrace them
tracing back all the steps I’ve made and
made me feel so sad an mistaken
to take back the steps I have taken
sympathizing with the all wasted
taking back all the steps I have taken
taken just as long to retrace them

(Chorus)
And where we are,
back at the start,
you’re still your goals
and I don’t have a heart.

(Verse)
I just can’t believe what you’re being
making me out to be demon
here in play and in my pleasures
are just a way that you measure
negative aspects of production
extracted and then a reduction
to purify and isolate my soul
but I am chlorine and i am coal.
(Chorus)
So at the start
nothing has changed
You’re still you goals
I’m still deranged.
(Bridge)
(Coda)
abruptly ends
“i don’t know how its going to end,” is spoken