No one will say anything about how they did it
I'm a gaianaut whose bad at my job
None of the aliens give me anything
Even if I ask for it
They lie
And play dumb
Everyone plays dumb
I forgot how to do my part anyway
I'll say it in pidgin
I'd like to believe that there's a reason why I need to do that that goes back to when I was dumb
That goes back to when the place was smart and I was dumb
I'll say it in pidgin
Black and green colored and bolted on to the foot of the waterfall
Boulders plaster
Treadmill overlook
Capsule in the crate overhang wall
The delusion is that it's better
Only one audience member gets what it means
You gotta hide behind something that doesn't mean anything
Or else it'll be embarrassing
Green and black goes everywhere
Under the bridge in the mantle
Some of it is too old, just comes off as evidence
Some of it is too young and was born into intolerance
Some of it is just the right age to be too strange to make a comment on
That makes me wonder if I understand it at all
Because it could just be green and black symbols
And bolted on
That's something I don't know anything about
I don't know about someone different from me
I don't know about the ones outside the helmet
They speak the same language but don't have the same things to say
Green sky orange Terra
Just a little to old for me
It's just to not be seen by anyone except you and you and you and you and you and you and you
It'll not even be meant to be seen by me because I went on a digression
Only you and you and you you and you and you and you
In the end without standards there's nothing to tredge
Only silt
That's noise
I can't paint a picture with my ss ssss ss s ssssss
You need paint for that
I can't have something to say with just my wisssss ss ss sh
You need paint for that
It's a bad union of dodging,
Context,
Reaching,
And leaving it up to you and you and you and you
Did youyou know dreams try to go fir the nostalgic angle and make it worse for everyone
They are poison meteors in my sky which is orange like the leaves and the alleys
The important thing is to be reminded of your memory
Not mine mind you but yours and yours and yours and yours and yours and yours and yours
How did it feel when it was like that
It's something I can't mention, I can only mention mine
You understand it better than I do myself
It's disorganized to me, I'm working under a premise of excuse for insanity and I'm bad at my job