Norhi from TimennemiT by Hyosis

The most alive
A colorless
A nameless
A lifeless street
Has ever seemed

Sitting on a swingset
We are the 2nd generation
To be lost
History has repeated itself
A sharp 100 years later

So precise
So perfect
So accurate
That we forgot to feel
To be real
To be wholesomely uncertain

So certain of the future
We can't get out of bed
So set on utopia
We forgot how to fight

Nervousness is shameful
Imperfection is priceless
No longer alone
We are members
We are letters
We are numbers
We are statistics

Facing inward
The weight so heavy
We can't write it off
We can't run away
We can only sleep it off
Only for it
To wake us back up

The realest life I see
Is imperfect
Lacks perfect articulation
Isn't fully colored

A swingset
A roadmap
A high school
A pencil

The rest
I'm uncertain of
This just had to be written
Before I forgot
Like we usually do

Once you were
Wild
Free
Murderous

Now you're on a bench
Writing
Not living

• Punk
• noise rock
• post-rock
• Biddeford