run

message received, ya cheeky bloke
i'm sorry i smiled, i'm sorry i spoke
we must be playing a different note
both captains of each other's boat
carefully speeding across the bay
never quite knowing what to say
or what to yell, since we're so far
sending our vessels toward the northern star
the one that burns, that captains the night
embraces the black and fights the white
burning, effervescent, bathed in light
only caring for wrong, not embracing right.
pushing and pulling these tangled webs we weave
always chasing an angel while avoiding the dream
for we are brothers, we've been through some
some things that confuse and some things so dumb
and still we quarrel, in this place we can see
bickering over furniture, bickering over schemes
i still love you, brother, and your stubborn will
but i've come to rely on my own embolded thrill
we speak and we speak but really say nothing
and hope that it's important, that it's all worth something
but i become communative when i must be free
so please come home and embrace this destiny
for when tomorrow you rest, i soon will flee
and it may just be the last you'll ever see of me.