The Gates

lets celebrate our excess
since we are witness to the apocalypse
whether we know it or not
one end of the earth is dangling by a string
and I sing because the wind won’t forgive me
if I don’t give some kind of warning

my arrogance has enlightened me
to the fact that I’m not awake
if I question each word and melody
and curse over every mistake

and if there is only the present
then all my memories and dreams
are exactly as irrelevant
as they seem to be

so I will hold my breath underwater
until you squeeze my hand
and I will drink myself into a stupor
and pray each morning if you’ll help me understand

why there is so much suffering
which I cannot touch
why there is so much darkness
that I can’t expose with love

please open up your ancient heart for me
I am willing
I am ready
I am just as afraid as everyone
but I know where I belong

the gates are open
the gates are open
the gates are open

let me in