Human Being

“It's not about the vision
It's an image, and it’s like having a boat”
Beautiful and cold
And you cried back at them
Until there was nothing left to pour
Until there was nothing left to pour
Even though you're mild and soft
Your mouth was dry
And you could never say
What you had to say
So you just said:
“It's not about the vision
It's about distributing the vision
It's an image, and it's like having a boat”

How can I be
When you keep following me
It's not about me
When you keep trying me out, out, out

Why can't it be pleased
With the sheer force of human being
What could I mean
When you keep undermining me, me, me

How can I be light
When you keep me in a black jar

When you keep me