The Wanderer
Kid A
"others"
it didn't occur to me, it didn't stir in me
I didn't think
I never think
maybe,
I would never see you again
but no that's not true
it just started again
and it won't be over that quick
and I just saw you
you looked like you -- like someone else
your face of dour piety...
I was never your favorite -- a heavy stone in your arms
you could never pick me up
now I can't even say that I love you
I don't even know you, yet I do
because you are of God
and men, and things that built me
I am of you and your shadows
and I lurk and dwell
and I am so much like your brother
whatever, it doesn't matter
but I here I am
afraid -- to be around
and watch you die
the last time
it wasn't real
how fast the sun set
and we watched as it
ate your flesh
as lightning through oak
I watched you go,
because you know God won't wait
and you hid your face among the crowd of stars
but I didn't know
that there would be others
I'm sorry for posting this, I don't even feel right about it, I don't know where else to even bring this up, it's not something I will ever know how to deal with, and my aunt has started chemotherapy for breast cancer since I last saw her, and i will see her next weekend, and I don't know what to say, I don't know how to act, I don't know how to even begin dealing with the reality that I might not ever see her again after this weekend, or maybe I will but it won't be her anymore, I know how these things work, I'm sorry for bringing up bad memories for people who have experienced this in their own lives, I guess there's nothing to say or be said, no clever words or wisdom, I know, I will just have to deal with it
and I guess this is how life works, as you get older you get to watch those around you die
it didn't occur to me, it didn't stir in me
I didn't think
I never think
maybe,
I would never see you again
but no that's not true
it just started again
and it won't be over that quick
and I just saw you
you looked like you -- like someone else
your face of dour piety...
I was never your favorite -- a heavy stone in your arms
you could never pick me up
now I can't even say that I love you
I don't even know you, yet I do
because you are of God
and men, and things that built me
I am of you and your shadows
and I lurk and dwell
and I am so much like your brother
whatever, it doesn't matter
but I here I am
afraid -- to be around
and watch you die
the last time
it wasn't real
how fast the sun set
and we watched as it
ate your flesh
as lightning through oak
I watched you go,
because you know God won't wait
and you hid your face among the crowd of stars
but I didn't know
that there would be others
I'm sorry for posting this, I don't even feel right about it, I don't know where else to even bring this up, it's not something I will ever know how to deal with, and my aunt has started chemotherapy for breast cancer since I last saw her, and i will see her next weekend, and I don't know what to say, I don't know how to act, I don't know how to even begin dealing with the reality that I might not ever see her again after this weekend, or maybe I will but it won't be her anymore, I know how these things work, I'm sorry for bringing up bad memories for people who have experienced this in their own lives, I guess there's nothing to say or be said, no clever words or wisdom, I know, I will just have to deal with it
and I guess this is how life works, as you get older you get to watch those around you die