NOTHINGNESS - Suburban Tribe

A frantic change of stride to keep you alive

A desperate race so time won’t pass you by

You’re feeling like arriving

Thought you’ve never even left

The sweet illusion of your nest

On your way to nowhere

Clutching at short straws

Slip into a free fall

Sucked into nothingness

On your way to nowhere

Clutching at short straws

Slip into a free fall

Sucked into nothingness

You’re nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing

Sucked into nothingness

One more blowback and you’re further down the trail

A smile constrained and a crooked face, deathpale

A void on the horizon

A reflection of the past

It’s tearing down your house of glass