And it’s that empty feeling come back again,
lost in my own house, I try to pretend
I know what to do, I know where I am,
but I’m lost in my own house
and I don’t know where to begin
looking for what I should be looking for
so I’m going to watch a movie that
I’ve seen before but forgotten
and forget who I am, maybe again.
I am like Joe, walking towards a volcano
on an island in the middle of nowhere.
His luggage is in his heart not his hand,
his new travelling hat concealing his only flaw,
a brain cloud.
Yes, a brain cloud.
Clouding hopes of truth, goodness and beauty,
it is the reason I eat popcorn now
now
now
now
now I cannot remember what I had for lunch yesterday
and no one knows that I am drinking orange soda right now
I am afraid.
I’m afraid that I am a movie life will forget
and I’m not sure if it’s enough that
life remembers me as long as I remember it.
I want more
than sunsets
to call my own.
I don’t know what to do.
so I turn on the radio
and I hear a beautiful song
and then I turn off the radio
and think it must still be there,
somewhere
so I try to sing, sing sing along,
in my own house,
from the middle of
somewhere.