21st April - Note

The gardens looked dour today
she had crept in a few times to speak of I dunno what
did she want to sleep with me
                  she could have said so

but that ain't the case, I know she knows
  would we like to beat around that bush
talk politics, history and get rotten headed by the end of the day

there are no solutions, there is just customary movement
day in and day out
months on end the misery of economics and finance
continue then they all say there is a light
                    at the end of that fucking tunnel

by the time the light is reached it is but
               a rear lit firefly
closer you reach and it is like snowflakes in the wind
everything seemed for now

there is nothing called eternity
the bullshit has been thrown around a lot
create something, make a name

then what - 6 feet of fucking mud to grind in
nobody knows what happened
a speck of dust flying around in the milky way
                    if not gobbled by some stars

all this monstrosities, stress and I dunno
                 morals, values, content and erudition
just a speck floating in the vast expanse of space
        with no sense of time or aim

I love the fact that I at least love you untrammeled
            my soul shall carry the stories to the endless stars of the universe