insect from insect by seclusion room

each time I'm reborn an insect
an imposter even in the small life I'm in
each time I find myself older
trying to get back into what's left
to tell myself I'll find a new direction
in this permanent structure
with no exit
no victory to win
the same halls and doors
I guess there's something to be said for
still trying
an object or a consumer
against the same walls and floors
after the same assault of images
burns through the deadness
to scold and prod
relentless as if nothing could change it
even if it could save something
in the mania for hope
or something self-affirming
is it the same as what I do clinging to you
here in the relief I thought we found
all the sea
broken down
in between the routine that again
will bring me to my knees
there is no exit
no victory

• Ambient
• minimal
• singer-songwriter
• Seattle