flying blind

10,000 billion years any direction

just a breath a place to hold

point on a line

a place in time

Strut and fret

celebrate deprecate

Elaborate I’m fine

It’s so good to not be needed

Wish I knew sooner

it’s warm and cold it’s a holiday

Free and empty flying blind

easy to die

but here we are on the ground

and it’s hard to see the sense

Hanging by a thread

Digging

Halfway down the hill

I’ll keep your face with me

Now I’m turning on the radio listening