The Art of Doing Nothing

We were so solitary
My heart was beating slowly
Sleeping in the dark
We were so alone
I felt you close to me
My soul cried out to be free
I felt your eyes on me
You were so beautiful
You smiled through me
As I gathered their attention
What did they see
After not sleeping long
She killed herself that day
And then she asked us why
They littered the clouds with smoke
A cigarette ash sky
But they don’t understand
For they’ve already seen
The paint get wasted

On an art of nothing
Leave this on the dark shore
Where the sun never touches
Through these empty rooms
Let them find a place
Let them read your mind
And sing for joy
For life is so quick
And there’s no time to die