I’m wasted… I make these little lists of to-dos But it’s all a waste of time What why who to do We’re just wasting in time It’s a waste Our spent sweat tears and cum It’s a waste Just what have you done? Days spent in electronic walled wastes Our thoughts shot posted as interface All those screen before your face Sitting complacent wasting in place Behind us in dust footsteps are traced I guess all we can hope for is moments of grace. It’s a waste These things that we do In a vast landscape We’re seeking what’s true Like black cats sailing thru pitch dark space Like the seeds[…]