writings and lyrics

what keeps hold beneath our feet
the empty glass through which we see
the cosmos are against us
and why shouldn't they be
lifelines put us in our places
our vessel bodies & fallen faces
prove nothing more than status quo
our legacies they'll never know
so think how meaning is all a farce
and how true love is oh' so sparse
to trap a moment - bright or dim
so it dies with you from within
-alexander cartwright