Someone Dies - Diorama

Am I talking?

Are you paying attention?

Are these question to be asked

When someone dies?

Am I describing a picture that’s

Slowly fading

And are we paling along these

Fields of grey?

The play goes on

And my eyes will beam with gladness

What can be done

To fill the rigid rooms with movement?

Have you been wrong

To just stop breathing without cause?

When all is gone

Can I choose to follow you?

What else can be done?

You stare into the depth

If there lies a ground if there was

An eruption

If it’s too late

You cry yourself pale you shine

What can be done?

What else can be done?

The play goes on

And my eyes will beam with gladness

What can be done

To fill the rigid rooms with movement?

Have you been wrong

To just stop breathing without cause?

When all is gone

Can I choose to follow you?

What brought us here?

Are we in need of help?

Are we drunk enough to fit into the scheme?

Am I steady?

Do I look consistent?

Have we amassed enough insignificance?

The play goes on

And my eyes will beam with gladness

What can be done

To fill the rigid rooms with movement?

Have you been wrong

To just stop breathing without cause?

When all is gone

Can I choose to follow you?