album answering #98: we are the tide

song: half moon – blind pilot

going where my thirst was open
for the things that I don't know

invading the unknown, pushing through
skeletons that dangle behind your eyes,
reminders of the past following you

re-ignites desire for knowledge, a death
grip made for unlearning experience,
beginnings lead to repeating of history

they clutch to your bones, breaking cycles
for fictitious futures, seeping into brain
cells, suggestive questions pressing like

malignant tumours, nagivated by
harmless answers in the form of silence,
the journey holding more significance