A Few More Tomorrows

The end is a scary thing. We always fear reaching it, especially without having “done enough”, and that’s a dread that we just have to live with daily. We lie to ourselves to try to ignore it, but really, everything we do has its autumn, and everything is ephemeral. Eventually, we must come to accept it, and as we try to, the dread takes the form of a will to experience, to create, and to live. 

This song was written somewhere around November 14th, 2020, a date that is meaningful to those who can connect the black-and-white dots laid out before you. 

Something calling from the rustle of leaves on the wind

Everpresent

I can count the days that last me by the shore where I stand

But not forever

Can you hear the lies?

Lies I told myself for so long

They fade with me when I go anyway

With everything I’ve told you

Something inside is much more than it should be

So why the crying?

Autumn comes and with him every colour shifts

And we can’t change that

Was a fool to try

I wasn’t thinking right, no I wasn’t

You can see the storm for miles

But to believe it, you have to be in

Ashes in the doorway, starlight in a bottle

All those things will flee you

Gazing in the desert, smiles that never came home

All those things will never come back

I’ll see you tomorrow

Mother came to feed you, clock is always ticking

“Always” is a shivering star

Worry ‘bout the future, passion that you keep tight

All those things will hurt no more

At least a couple more tomorrows

I feel strangely calm

The choice is not mine, just as always

My time no longer feels short

It’s oddly easy now to give in

In