smoke maker

asking myself why I write so much, why I create using AI, why do any of it Fear of FEMA – duality‑driven, conspiratorial, indie synth / experimental music Make the art you have to make Whatever road it means you take Lyrics: you were a god once, a smoke maker carefully collecting stories for later remembering you heard yourself sigh every story told has been half a lie and your story feels long and almost done what arc did you say your characters on, what dues what blood what price you've paid? tomorrows empty is why you're still afraid you should be out there you should be helping you should be aware you could be telling another world worth of idiots out on the sea of inky black sky and the stars that they see with the telling stories to bind points of light shimmers of sky that guide through the night remembered as shadow, as mist, as smoke the wise words the fools heard you spoke they'll recall you as vague forms in dreams fear you and drive you down to your knees you should be out there you should be helping you should be aware you could be telling you should be out there you should be helping you should be aware you could be telling you were a god once, a smoke maker of inky black sky and the stars that they see remembering you heard yourself sigh shimmers of sky that guide through the night remembered as shadow, as mist, as smoke what arc did you say your characters on, they'll recall you as vague forms in dreams tomorrows empty is why you're still afraid you should be out there you should be helping you should be aware you could be telling you should be out there you should be helping you should be aware you could be telling you could be telling you could be telling