Memories without a use, the balcony at four AM,
a stray cat leaping out, a needle jumping on a record,
worn-out lies, a screw worn smooth,
and a blue that I don’t… I don’t know
The meaningless weight of a backpack filled with sand,
the broken brakes on a stolen motorbike,
and faked breaths. Oh…
Nobody needs any of them… any of them at all
Adults, who have forgotten even their dreams
and children, who know nothing but their dreams
Before asking where to go from here
we can’t even recall where we’ve come from
The wind that blew fiercely, a postcard for a missing child,
a dove that couldn’t take flight, completely untouched crayons,
the words I couldn’t say, the one step forward I couldn’t take,
and a past that won’t… won’t disappear
While understanding what we couldn’t come to understand about each other
we should all just walk on, going our own separate ways
Even those words that cleanly gloss everything over are finger-smudged
we’ll just do this all over and over again, no matter how much time passes
A song unsung, the very last clue,
the afterword I skipped reading, a mental picture without passion or heat,
a cigarette that almost burned out, and faces
That absolutely nobody… absolutely nobody knows
This world that shines like inlaid mother-of-pearl
if cracked once, it can’t ever be put back
Even now, a smile that I’d forgotten
sleeps far, far in the depths of my dirtied heart
I thought that at the very least
we fully understood that everything
composing our today, yesterday, and tomorrow
wouldn’t necessarily happen in a perfectly straight line
When the distance between you and me
overlaps with the barest bit of something unwavering
in the not-too-distant future, then…
That’ll be the signal