Caravan

Allow me a moment to explain

While you were sleeping the ocean wasn’t drained

But transformed

It yawned and groaned as it rose from its bed

It stretched; diluted and extended its head

And took corporeal form

At least in part at first

But when it encountered the Earth

It took a deep draw in, extended its arms, and leapt into the sky

It took wing over mountain and rode on the wind

It traveled the cities but as the sun dimmed

It grew fat and it cursed at the earth

In a thunderous rage

And a display of bright lights

It spat and began to give birth

The bloom is off the rose, at least for me

Dogs like me can bark, but the caravan moves on

When you finally awoke, a new ocean had formed

Through the clamorous night, through the magnificent storm

It fell from the sky to reform and preform

Its endless endeavor in its worn uniform

The Sun, the Moon, the Earth, and the shore

Tired metaphors played out before your eyes

Sedation, satisfaction

But to be satisfied and entertained

Without any source of intellectual gain

Seems to be what’s in fashion

Interpret the meaning

To mean whatever you want it to be

I’ve heard these same words fall from my own lips

It falls flat and I question its value

It falls flat and I question its worth

In a thunderous rage

And a display of bright lights

It spat and began to give birth

The bloom is off the rose, at least for me

Dogs like me can bark, but the caravan moves on

Better to light a candle than curse at the darkness

This is the confluence of narrative and naivety

Swallowing a stream of lies and empty poetry

You don’t have to be the one to tell me

You don’t have to be the one to let me down

A catchy way of saying nothing

But a narrative seems to allude to something more

With a purpose and a real direction

But they’re just words punched in a template

The same mistakes we made before

I, for one, am fucking tired

Of conceptions that bring nothing new from the womb

But if every story is the same

Then the rose has truly lost its bloom

Can you sing it back to me?

I can’t relate to this

I can’t relate

Maybe it’s your preference

But I can’t relate

“Where is the problem? We’re entertained.”

My problem’s the consistency with every concept made

Don’t just tell me a story

What does it convey?

“Where is the problem? We’re entertained.”

I want to feel something more than just betrayed

You are the problem

I am the problem

Are you satisfied?

Don’t be satisfied