Why don't you go fall fly away Leave me on this island

While I drown beneath today

Information like storm clouds

Churning and burning cold

A ceiling between me and source

A cage thick as an eggshell

But strong as gold

Yearning for tomorrow and youth

At once

A paradox of impossibilities

They comes in flashes, the truth

We chip away at suffering

But all of this feels old--

Could we leave it behind

This yearning for our words to be sold?

Without condemning human kind

To a history that does not bear

The privilege of repeating

Nor believes

That a greater power does, in fact, care.