OH (song-in-progress)

 

Universe saturated in darkest matter
Endlessly echoing senseless chatter

Voicing inconsolable thoughts, feeling susceptible
To ambiguous influences barely perceptible

You want me? Then ring the salivation bell
I’m one of Pavlov’s willing dogs in hell

Gibberish scratched on an ancient papyrus
Counting rejections on a neon-lit abacus

Quotidian day dreams nudge me through life
The birth of my ideas require a midwife

Calliope music cranked in restless weather
Promises thunder down, weighing less than a feather

Oh, oh, oh, baby I’m going
Like water and lava, salty tears flowing
For you
For me…

(c) 2018 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Round & Round

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