Some moments of destructive bliss,

a smoking guns seductive kiss,

well, am I not the stupid one?

Reaching out for what is gone,

for something blurry from before,

for something distant, something more.

My future rock around the past

and I am stuck within the blast,

and I am stuck within the dark -

my hungry dogs, they bark and bark.

And I am stuck within the speed

still feeding good old well known needs.

And I am stuck. It's keeping me

somewhere I do not need to be.

I tried so hard to let it go

but being me. I told you so.

Well, am I not the stupid one?

Now I see it. Now it's gone.