it’s best for me to be asleep
as the world spins too fast
and alltogether now
sometimes you just gotta give up

the grass holds my footprints
degrading the vista, for you
and i wish i’d not have stepped there
not have wanted to even at all

i told bowie to drop his guitar
told antonio to quiet his strings
and i quieted, too
finally because no one was listening

it’s best for me to be asleep
as the world damages so
and sand will cover me up
and time will be the great communicator