(0382) dark and cold

consolidated life to myth
without a single hand to scratch at that eternal itch.
cause and effect; a waste of imaginary time..
we trade in a million dollars for two fake dimes.

cast out your image for an ego.
do you swallow all your bullshit whole?
it's not the way i part my hair..
am i awake? if not, why should i care?

i can't decide which side to choose.
i won't even try because i plan to lose.
for all we know,
the dead man walks.
the fish - they talk to each other,
aimlessly swimming through all that salt.
the missing piece that we never find
is hidden way too deep inside our brittle minds.
like a snake that dines on its own tail,
we don't see it coming around..
we keep trying to consume ideas that've gotten stale.