the cosmology of loss

 

you lose your heart       before you lose your mind      but you get used to it     loss is the currency of life      do you ever feel that way?         like you can’t see right from wrong?      but you know exactly where you’re at       you’re exiled on planet earth     there’s no known cure for that

me, I’m  just a dreamer       naked before the dawn      my  world will never change       the sun rises      the sun sets      the tide claws at the shore      somewhere stars are dying      while others are being born      it’s always been that way       these eyes have seen it all