And resentment rides high but emotions won’t grow
And we’re changing our ways, taking different roads
Is my timing that flawed, our respect run so dry?
Yet there’s still this appeal that we’ve kept through our lives
Get a taste in my mouth as desperation takes hold
Is it something so good just can’t function no more?
Love, love will tear us apart again
Watching the doc brought back the anatomy of life lived with madness and no future. His dancing craziness. His end. Silence.
The senselessness makes sense even though the outcome was endlessness.
What’s that gap that the living can’t jump into feet first where the expectation is all about them and succumbing is too fractious and anomalous. Oh yeah life. Or death.
Depends whose thinking.