A Lullaby
06/22 2021
Goodbye to these capricious moments,
To these predictable outcomes,
Of the things that we create.
There's no need for anything,
But the exhaling of the burdens
That we have created by association with the devil.
There's no need to say goodbye to them,
But goodbye to you, to what I wish for you
How I wish your future
Be a future, and not another name.
Goodbye to the people,
That were always too afraid
And those who couldn't understand it.
I occupy someplace in-between
The rhythm pities me.
This is my lullaby, sung as the angels are falling.
Can I ever hope to perform something else?