flowing atoms

 

Are we anything more

Than flowing atoms,
Drifting in the void,
Among the eternal black matter?
We destroy each other,
Beneath this skyline,
Feasting on our own kind.

Do you grow used to being stepped on,
Or are you the one who steps?
Chanel, Gucci, Louis V—
Flowing atoms define who we are.

Flowing atom,
Oh, flowing atom,
In the end,
What’s our destination?
To stay alive, to merely survive?

I still listen to Frank Ocean,
Like a monk in meditation,
A wise, flowing atom,
Wishing peace and joy for all.
For I am nothing but a flowing atom.

In the end,
In the end,
In the end,
We burst into sand, into the ocean.
From up here, none of it matters.
Nothing matters from up here.