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.