Down the dark cave I tumbled into nothingness A place that was completely empty which would Allow me to try out the things I wanted I filled my stomach and lay content on a rocky bed of spikes I kept my pockets clean and my wallet at home So the ones who find me won’t know me
It’s just like operating without any kind of a schedule Allowing yourself the freedom to be disengaged To scan your mind and to have it rented The boxes have not been touched or met the label maker The event has been completely unattended The board has been wiped away The marker has had its ink removed The can was left unfilled and pumped out The medicine bottle has no rattle or prescription The container has not been readied to ship The lock has not been given a combination
I looked inside and didn’t discover anything to feel I scrolled through my brain to see no thoughts The stars were not in the sky that day And the shuttle couldn’t find its astronauts The chef was all out of his ingredients Which was just as well with no recipe Since the gardens and farms have no crops The cows’ trough sat without its feed
I counted up and down from zero As the bus sat without its driver Weeds had grown up where they didn’t build the railroad The soldiers all high fived each other for there were no guns The factory starts to decay without its workers The swimming pool had long sat bone dry Management looked at each other and sat without any files The banks’ vaults remained rather useless I’d already withdrawn everything out of my account And noticed the currency didn’t have a lot of color
Holding my breath due to the lack of oxygen The gauge is lacking any measurement of rain The prisons sit without a trace of inmates So the state no longer needs to employ any guards The members of congress lost their laws So the interns head out to their unfurnished homes The forecast can’t take its temperature The motivational speaker has lost all his abilities For his words the letters are missing The professor comes without his syllabus The students try to come to grips with no desks and no deadlines Just like the inheritance is lacking a payout
The market tries to operate absent of greed The killer’s terror has gone extinct The night worker observes the vanishing sex drive I wander the district and its defunct lights The convent’s religion was in some way stolen The drummer bangs on altogether beatless The swindler never was able to come up with a scam The player had trouble showing up to the game The clock has its numbers and hands ripped off You can complain to me about the missing love and happiness But here in the cave I can see only the lack of pain I’m learning that more than anything I like nothing
