Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Careless (whether)
Are they gone?
Hear the silence.
There is nothing.
There is no one,
There is only the whir of the fan,
And the rattling wind chimes.
The wind blows cool,
Messy-ing papers
And scattering bills on the floor.
Sincerely, I don't care.
Whether they're paid,
Whether checks bounce,
Whether I'm broke,
Whether the sun never shines,
Whether there is forever rain,
None of it makes a bit of sense to me,
For I will not welcome the care.
I will just sit here and whimper.
August 13, 2004
Hear the silence.
There is nothing.
There is no one,
There is only the whir of the fan,
And the rattling wind chimes.
The wind blows cool,
Messy-ing papers
And scattering bills on the floor.
Sincerely, I don't care.
Whether they're paid,
Whether checks bounce,
Whether I'm broke,
Whether the sun never shines,
Whether there is forever rain,
None of it makes a bit of sense to me,
For I will not welcome the care.
I will just sit here and whimper.
August 13, 2004
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