In the state we’re in, we’ll not go far.
In the state we’re in, we may not make it till tomorrow.
The streets narrow the closer we get to their end.
The rivers lose their rushing the nearer we come to their edge.
The wolves come out to play (for them) and to devour (for us).
In the state we’re in, we’ll not make it past this night.
But we’ll try, simply because we will not go back.
We’ll try; we’ll fight. We’ll chase the moon around the earth as long as it will lead us.
The answers we once knew fly off us as we run forward, like leaves being stripped off branches in violent wind. Once defining arrows now curve into never-ending circles. Once clear-cut lines now smudge and dissolve into eraser dust. This is the state we’re in.
Who will stop us? Who will say, “Enough”?
Where do we go to be too tired to move forward? Where do we go so our minds can no longer spin?
Time runs after time. Space impedes space. Light devours light.
We’re just left to run, to impede, to devour.
We seek shelter in the shadows and hover underneath the darkness. Nothing crumbles in the shadows. Nothing breaks in the night. Darkness leaves itself alone.
In the state we’re in, we’ll leave light to deal with darkness.
In the state we’re in, we’ll leave night to pursue day.
In the state we’re in, we’ll simply walk away.
(Partly inspired by “Reckoner,” by Radiohead)