Letters For Someone, Someday

Boysenberry

Do my eyes look tired to you, Grasshopper?
Is there something in there that's awake?
Because I'm not sure what to think anymore
Darling, don't go singing my praise

In the end, when we're all shadows
Stretching far as one could watch wearily
Will this long-dead moment even matter?
Should I worry, if I drown for eternity?

You grasp lamely for something that dissipated 
Well, it was never there in the first place.

Handle this like you think yourself a twenty, 
when it's revealed you're only a seven.

Should I even try to breathe, Grasshopper?
I might close my eyes and wade off.
Let go of this bothersome dream.

I find, after all of this, I don't want such a role to fit me.
If even it ever did.

Do you mind if I say your name again, Grasshopper?

The place from where I'm writing to you has no name.
It is no business of mine if I am to be found.
I stand knee-deep on the shoreline
Worrying that, perhaps, I might drown

Grasshopper, if you're awake, tell me.

If you're afraid of death, you may tell me that, too.