Bad 1,
Or Bad 2,
This news is never new.
Day 1 was a desert,
A dry and barren place.
I realized that writing was just
The result of living,
And living was coming undone,
And over and over again.
I saw some beauty when I clicked those
Buttons,
And I almost said you were good for
Nothing.’
But what pleasure did I find,
What measure did I use,
What weapons did I put down,
Was any of that, all for You?
I wondered a fountain,
Cause I was in dire,
I wondered across this
Land,
A bounty for hire.
What will I take home with me,
Will it be you?
Will it be me?
Or will this journey cut me in
Two,
And bring me back to You.