nothing's impossible. it's just not very easy.

it's too easy to be alone.
too far to walk to the door, arms
to heavy to lift,
skies to dark to see through,
hearts full of learning and pain.

we sit in planes and we
fly
to other countries and
we don't care, because
it's what we always did.

years ago, we thought the stars were gods,
and the world was four square feet.
we thought that flying
was for birds and witches
we thought we were gods.

now what do we have?
we have facts, and we hate them.
the gods are dead,
their temples rotting into the sea.
we don't care.

does nobody care, that
the sky goes on forever from blue into black
spotted and splattered with
burning balls of gas that pull in planets
and that we've broken orbit?

of course you can't fly if you stand still
and flap your arms, child.
but you can fly if you care, if you fight
and sew and jump off cliff faces,
or if you just fall asleep.

we are the dreamers, we are the children of
nothing and nothing is what drives us.
we eat ennui and we drink hopelessness and
if we could just stop thinking, for a second, together,
we could bring back the old gods, as our friends.