The disaster is the need to grow.
If we were more feckless
If we were more feckless
and could just wait in the shallows,
we’d be more
likely to escape the shipwreck,
we’d be more
likely to escape the shipwreck,
or even resist the big check
from fate we’re on the brink of, Bro.
If we were feckless,
from fate we’re on the brink of, Bro.
If we were feckless,
we could refuse to fuck
with stuff that has it’s own good flow.
Our wrecked lives,
with stuff that has it’s own good flow.
Our wrecked lives,
we could practically remake,
not in the image of a buck but of a doe.
We’d be feckless,
not in the image of a buck but of a doe.
We’d be feckless,
but we could still appear in
public,
even if we mostly just lay low.
Life is a shipwreck.
Let’s all be feckless!
even if we mostly just lay low.
Life is a shipwreck.
Let’s all be feckless!
