patiently waiting for fate to manifest itself
everyone wants to rule their destiny
always seemed bleak to me
memories tarnished with monolithic present
and dreaded scenarios
daisies looking so pretty
will the course of destiny change them?
daisies are simple, pretty, with an honest scent
everything that I love about this world is oblivious
why should I rush towards western values?
what fucked up motives put these psychoanalytical ideas of guilt and blame in our heads?
finally as pretty (oblivious) as can be, pretty like a daisy
tomorrow society awaits another communion
I’ll return inevitably to a lower form of life
against the collective
pet/baby-obsessed freaks and depressed low-lifes will track me down
inanimate you will feel and do what you should
there is a wisedom in that for well-adjusted-type societies
however, here wisedom sounds trivial
all that matters is our gentle aggregation of molecules dissolving like Schrödinger’s cat at any point in time and space
what we learned my friend is not that transcedent
we both know we would give it up in an instant
just to learn it again