No need to load the bullet
Or knot the rope
I’m gone already
If I found knowing, then what is this?
What ignorance, tormented
If I found life, then what is this?
What else did I find?
The room and the keys
A vision of what will, what could
Be
But everyone sang
In chorus
Come, see like us
Come, love like us
Come, know like us
I stayed beside the room
And waited
For you and your key
And now what?
What am I to do?
But stand outside the room
I have a key
I even know where the door is
But it’s closed for good
And now everyone who
Sees me scratching at the door
Thinks
“Poor fucker’s gone mad!”
But it’s not madness
Is it?
Written for a different age.