The Evolving Slacker

This sand really feels like sand

Here I am, all alone

like a plane on a beach

Where am I? Who are you? 

I don’t really care

Where are we? What is this place? 

Who really cares? I thought I did, once

You are dumb, I am too

So is every fucking thing

I’ve never met someone like me

How could you even possibly

I know this makes no sense

Just the way it’s supposed to be

Who are you? Where are we?

I don’t care, Where is this place?

Like a plane on a beach

It doesn’t matter to me

I wrote a song, I lost it somewhere

It really doesn’t matter at all

This sand really feels like sand

Are we really supposed to understand?

I guess I don’t, and don’t fucking care

Making sense is like putting on airs

As if anyone’s supposed to care

But this sand really feels like sand

Stream of consciousness 

It goes on and on

There is no on, or off, or right

We just all slip into the night

Random thoughts inside my head

And find their way into this thread

Like a plane on a beach

Fuck this sand feels like sand

It’s not for us to understand

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