I'm the same as I was when I was 6 years old
And oh my God I feel so damn old
I don't really feel anything
On a plane, I can see the tiny lights below
And oh my God, they look so alone
Do they really feel anything?
Oh my God, I've gotta gotta gotta gotta move on
Where do you move when what you're moving from
Is yourself?
The universe works on a math equation
that never even ever really ends in the end
Infinity spirals out creation
We're on the tip of its tongue, and it is saying
We ain't sure where you stand
You ain't machines and you ain't land
And the plants and the animals, they are linked
And the plants and the animals eat each other
Oh my God and oh my cat
I told my Dad what I need
Well I know what I have and want
But I don't know what I need
Well, he said he said he said he said
"Where we're going I'm dead."
DO THE MATH!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
I wish there were more songs on he radio like this one. Man. It's refreshing to read such a good song. I know it's true that I am the same person as I was when I was 6 but I feel so out of touch with that dude.
A very insightful comment for a change. Yes I have realized lately that although I am a big believer in a person's ability to change, they are always themselves. I am the six year old me and the 43 year old me are the same dude. The 28 year old Whitman in the photograph is the same dude as the 69 year old Whitman in the photograph. The one billion year old earth is the same earth as the 4 billion year old earth.
Post a Comment