existence has no
meaning on its own
all is largely entropy
in this calm eye of chaos
i dream of fireflies
flickering and fickle
singing truth to me in lullabies
their light brings sense
(where confusion
once triumphed)
beauty appears
and i am surrounded
i have you on repeat. every other lyric leaves.
i'm not sure if you know your definition. part of me hopes you do, but part of me is terrified of that ever happening.
which side of the coin speaks truth?
i just don't know
so i search you silently
and whisper you
when i'm alone
short-lived muses, long-term dreams, late nights, beautiful mornings.
that is my composition.