Stowaway from Stowaway by tkalec

Stowaway

Living in a concrete cube’s stupor-measured squares,
Anchored in an earthen crust that’s got no earth to spare,
It’s the futility of unctuous words that keeps the world in turn,
The utility of our trifle trust that keeps us where we were.

In the Spectacular Vernacular Behavioral Theater
Spectacular! Molecular!
Electrochemical entertainment for me – and you.

Floating in a spinning top, starside and return,
Flying on a giant rock both cradle and urn,
I am really just a stowaway but let me stay another turn,
As long as there is coal and mind to burn in the machine

Of the Spectacular Molecular Behavioral Theater
Spectacular!
Interstellar!
Electrochemical entertainment for me – and you.

Dwelling in the biosphere of eternity and nothingness,
Embrace the things and do caress the blossom they unfold,
For there’s no fiddling in the script and time alone does hold the pen
And sweeps it firm from page to page as they go flying with the wind.

And when we’re all extinct some day some alien archeologist may
Dig us up and reconstruct and stuff us and then wonder,
And erect us sullen statuettes as ghost-train figureheads
In a funfair of pillage and blunder.

• Alternative
• acoustic
• adventure
• avantgarde
• eternity
• forward thinking
• freaky
• lute
• nothingness
• singer-songwriter
• stowaway
• tkalec
• vienna
• wayward
• Austria