Wasted?
I am buying a condo…
A property….
A dwell to escape the people I surround
Pour my life in to this box
That burns, shapes, crumbles, gets taken away
Every working moment will go to living in This Space
I am buying a box-coffin
With a view of the city
Where we all rot watching the blasts
Of new years drunkwerks
And sing sad songs in light tunes
I should build my coffin
If I have to lay
With my hands my tomb should molded in my image
So when I sing my voice is heard
it is my life’s werk that I beat out to hermit in
My life’s werk could go
as quick an unnoticed
as everyone else
