Oblivion

Oblivion
Exploding yellow sun
Folded up in language
In damage
A broken mirror reflection
Drop the illusion of direction
There is poetry in true events

Oblivion
At first it sounds just like a daydream
But there are holes in that painting
Where light could shine through
[?]
But I'm here now
Just trying to forget about
The storyteller I always go to bed with
I'm shooting down negative thoughts
With more negative thoughts

And out on the street
For that split second where you forget where you are and where you're going
Alien energy
Surrounded in sound
That doesn't mean anything
Machines
Oh to be in the vastness
[?]

To what?
To whom?
Where?
When is it gonna happen to me?