The Seldom Seen Kid meets Toxic Optimism

Breath hitched inside an empty bag
pumps the unknowing full force forward,
We do not understand what it is
that brings us here to feast, please –
Your pages will write themselves soon.

Stop considering the past as such
that it provokes nothing less now,
Our hands are drenched in rust
from a journey meant to be alone –
But company follows this curator.

A keeper of histories of hatred
so that nothing will come again,
Threats push a vaccine deeper
this will bring us to our knees –
And I am no leader, no savior.

We can sleep through everyday
and pretend that night never comes,
Still a ring will sound in shallow glasses
that crisp at my bottles tip –
These bones belong to no such interpreter.

Escape while you still can hear
that bragging voice in the distance,
Go to the vibrations sent outward
for it is you that they are searching for –
Stop stalling behind my freedom,
and fly destined breezes dazedly.