Still Life - Lowly

Dive into this still life

Embrace it as you lose the thread

I’m the only one to witness your downfall

For centuries we’ve been running late

Over and over again

But right there on the following page

I can see it come to an end

It’s where I’m heading now

Do I frustrate you?

she said

I really don’t mean to

We’re merely lucky collections of particles and some stick together more than

others

Maybe our’s are not supposed to catch on

My thoughts and considerations are drops in an ocean and my body is a shell

very close to

The one you are wearing

So why think about more than that?

Stretching out this thing gives me purpose, she said

And I will create something within that, that makes me happy

Lives would pass in sailing cities

There on our fabricated islands

And the memories distort before I can tell

For centuries they’ve been fading

Over and over again

But right there on the following page

I can see it come to an end

It’s where I’m heading now

So maybe you should give this stretched out thing to someone else, he said

Right now it repels me like I am made of its complete opposite matter

I could reinvent myself and create a different surface to stay under

One that you recognize, and you are familiar with, but I am pretty sure it will

not be a

Sustainable solution

All I want is to be free, even if that means I will have nothing to distract me

So what will make you free?

She asked

To rely on nobody’s affection and only know that your work is a distraction

from the fact that

There is no purpose?

Purpose.

Purpose.

Purpose