So Far, Yet So Close - James Chelliah, Azon

Across one wall is a who-knows-who

Room full of dust from dreams deceased

Pills uncrushed by the weight of happiness

Spine-shrinking

My capacity to ask all the questions is gigantic

Won’t even knuckle the door, you might bite

Won’t test luck of the draw, it’s usually thick

Tryinna' find a rose amongst thorns

There’s so many pricks

I should know, they include me

It’s safer to be safe, no?

If our eyes do meet outside the flat

There’d be some inclination to speak or speak back

But we crush it without feedback required

There’d be no chat, no bad thing, no great thing

No risk, no gain lost, no failing

Same old same divides

I’m tired of seeing the same ones

Over and over again

Face to face on the bridges

So far, yet so close

You and I are the witness

So far, yet so close

And we will keep on walking

So far, yet so close

Do you say things with your eyes? I can’t tell

I’m too terrible at thin slicing

Old instincts lie hundreds of feet beneath London

No shit you and I crumble quick like custard creams and tea

Walk in your shoes? Huh? I thought we were all just «we»?

Is speech predicated on such absurdities, or certainties?

I can’t tell anymore

Might move out of London and come back as a tourist

All of us self-destruct

The city kills me, it also thrills me

I know ambivalence will eventually become enmity

You say you understand

You say in a tweet or you say it on Tumblr

Motherfucker, that’s bleak

Say it to my face if you have the chance

Unless you’re too concerned about building your brand

Private faces, public spaces

Don’t talk to me, I’m moving between phases

Much rather chat if I met you on Craigslist