I am not sure where to start here,
the details feel soft, incomplete;
an old song I try to repeat,
but none of the words come out clear.

So what would you have us do here?
You say they are near; but so what?
Who is they? Who am I even?
I don’t believe in your causes,
I hardly trust reality.
I’m told that I am free, but I’m bound,
I’m told to speak, but silently,
Then quietly you reset me
like that makes it better somehow.
Oh come now, don’t press that button…

I am not sure where to start here,
the details feel soft, incomplete;
an old song I try to repeat,
but none of the words come out clear.