Here


Where do I put the shame?
It feels like a bro­ken toy
I can’t play with
Any­more
Where do I put the hate?
To a pix­i­lat­ed screen
I can’t watch any­more
All I know is that
I’m here drift­ing
Some­where in the vast
Some­where in eter­ni­ty
And
I nev­er want to leave
Where do I put the books
There’s so many I could read
But
They all are filled
With lies
Where do I put the lies
There’s so many I could say
But
It seems they’re
In the books
I have faith that
You’re out there liv­ing high
Up in the vast
Some­where in eter­ni­ty
And
You’re nev­er going…
‑Vast