What else is there?

How could something so beautiful be so wrong?
Is it really that beautiful? Or, is it really that wrong?

How could something so amazing be so not right?
Is it really right? Or, is it really that amazing?

How do you know when something is right?
Should you have to fight?

How do you know when something is wrong?
Does it take a long
time?

To figure out why. To be or not to be. To be loved, to be free.
To not ever see what's in front of your eyes.

You've got shades on, blinders on, and you only see what the devices allow you to see, in the colors they are providing for you.
Are you missing other colors?

Or is it all as it is?
Is this all there is?
What else is there?

Trapped in a cage of clouds
And you like it
Trapped in the cage in the sky
And you want it
Don't want to climb out, you're suspended so high
Trapped and you don't care why.

How can something so smooth be so not real?
Is this really how you feel?

How can you change something so steady?
Is it really steady?

How can change be so cold?
Is it really changing?

Water
What is water?
Air
What is breathing?
Fire
What is heat?
Earth
Where am I?

Tripping on words
Tripping on blankets
Tripping on stones
Tripping on pictures

And you wait and you sing
and you dance and you bring
the colors you want
in front of your face
The design you make
It's not real or fake
It's a beach, and you reach for the remote to change
But the play button has been glued down, and there is no rewind

There is no such thing as time
There is only this space
Enough for us

To change, to grow, to live, to know
To hope, to feel, to spin and reel
To mix, to make, to thaw, to bake
To give, to throw, to forgive, to blow

If this is everything and nothing at the same time
The feeling we're supposed to feel, what's yours and mine
if this is the alpha and the omega here now
How?
How, how how.

and out there waiting for you to close your eyes and open your mind
is time, which doesn't exist.

It all just is and it is all here now. How? No matter. Save me and you'll see that you should have saved yourself. Then you'll recount all the moments you had choices to make. What air to breathe, what sky to see, what clothes to wear, what love to share, and it all broke when you stepped on that last stone and left it behind you. That last stone was holding it all together and when it broke, you spoke the words that disintegrated the fiber that was leftover as a skeleton of love, and the fiber then was gone and you wished it took longer than it did.




What else is there.