Bread AM

I'd be surprised to find out there's new things
I'd be surprised if a windfall would hit me
How come the sun rises every time?
How come I can't sleep until it does?
The space is narrowing
The fruits are blossoming
(Or so we hope)
After half a century, people will forget
I won't
I'm too fearful to die
To burn away my thoughts
Of virgins, unscathed and red-faced
I'll be the eternal no-gooder
I'll be in my memory
Even if I keep seeing the sun rise

Random Tangerine

I have come to the conclusion
That ideas kill your soul
I have come to realize
That acid burns your face
May the willows be with you
In your voyage of countenance
May the wind blow through your head
And leave you clean inside
I never bothered with the news
That I am about to die
I never played with the concept
Of craving inferiority
Do you turn over in your sleep
Close enough to see the light?
Do you rummage through old things
Hoping to find your way?
Well, do I have news for you
The sun sets everyday
Well, do I have to work this time
To make the colors rise