warm

I'm sitting on a sun-bathed floor
asking what the illusion of God is for
asking what music is for
asking what matters anymore

and i see a dip in the cloud's surface
and i imagine sitting there
unaware of my self
selfless

I'm sitting on a sun-bathed floor
asking who is that for?
asking who is that for
who is that for
what am i for
don't want more
just want silence
at least i can see it bend
let it end
till the carpet curls
and i fall off
i transcend

i'm sitting on a sun-bathed floor
asking why the hell i was born
asking why isn't there more
who is that for?
who is that for? who is that for? who is that for…