NOTHING HELPS

Nothing helps every minute.
We have flown and gone astray
as every leaf, as every sparrow.
Steps follow steps, till motion ends.

And nothing helps, so don’t feel fear.
End is always near our plight,
lives on the same street
and through the window
sees out stars that fill our night.

Nothing helps. Days are nights
without a trace of our tiny heads.
All of our nightmares, all of our trouble,
their light grows dull and colours fade.

And nothing helps, so don’t feel fear.
End is always near our plight,
lives on the same street
and through the window
sees out stars that fill our night.

Nothing helps. Has never helped.
All plans turn into fears in the end.
Sensation of light - sign of cessation.
Vision complete. A change of heart.