No.1

Life and dreams and junk
Too much crap to think about
Where I’ll be tomorrow
What I’ll cry for
I’d rather not think about now

If there were one thing
To make the human race happy
It’d make us all sad instead
And war would thrive
On the broken dreams of leadership

Junk is just too much
A planet-full is right here
And peek outside
Black holes tug relentlessly
Where time and space break down

So I’d rather not think about such things
As life and where to go
If I could be one thing
It would be not here
And here it would not be

Microphones lead to wires
Lead to plugs lead to speakers
Speakers lead to waves
Lead to ears that turn to thoughts
Thoughts become voices of Empty

Crying is something not of merit
Sense it does not make
Fluids in and fluids out
Explosions galore
Leaking when you’d rather not

Junk and dreams and life and stuff
It makes a world of sense
A world of nonsense
For if there was one saying to save the world
It would not be

- Kera