I wanted to live somewhere far away.
Far away from the unjustly amoral inside of me.
That part that is entirely without goal.
That entirety that is without a path.
Destiny went on holiday some time during my birth and it never came back.
Maybe the universe disowned me.
Perhaps I'm an orphan of the course of things.
I hear stories and symphonies that make me want more.
I hear stories and symphonies that are more than I'll ever get.
They sing me to sleep and through the day.
They sing me numb but never dumb enough to believe in them.
They trick me and torture me so sweetly.
I want to live there, somewhere in the arms of the bridge.
Somewhere where the tensions are breathtaking and the end is right.
Somewhere where beauty is a poised landscape.
Somewhere where love is always made perfectly.
Somewhere where it lasts forever.
Somewhere where it never gets old.
I wanted to find purpose here.
But I didn't.
I found it in a song.
