Loose creatures of space Tethered in uneven orbits To a center unrooted Making noiseless sounds Amidst an indifferent universe
Swaying, decaying bodies Consumed by the music Of a forever party Always moments away From a stream of nothingness
Money, fame, power Colonise the minds Disguised as moral currency Unto the heavens above
A costly gamble For the time-starved Amongst hidden spectators With cameras for eyes And snakes for tongues Ignorant of souls shaved In return for a good show
While the body aches For a brief immortality Between the empty spaces Of a journey incomplete Carrying whole pieces To a forgotten future Where there remains yet Lives to be lived.