Alone
If we really are alone
Made of
Strings bits of things
Scattered all over
Unimaginable distances
Outside and inside
Emotions that stretch
Like elastic
Unbelievable coincidences
Hope and dread
Measured reason
Demons in the machine
This moment butters the head
If we really are alone
©david byrne june ‘12
Copyright © David Byrne | Year Posted 2012
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