I can feel the future draining away from me 
Not the collective future, or, not only the collective future , 
But me , individually. Mine. 
I’m living for the moment in the worst possible sense 
The world is coming apart 
Just as I’m finally coming together. 
I feel this awesome tug of kindred spirits in my friends,
Warm, abundant love for them. 
I know myself all the way now 
I feel it pulling apart all the same. 
I can’t take my eyes off the news 
It’s like there’s this built in momentum factor 
Bit by bit, it’s all rushing away.