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Manhattan Projects

Right there, what you’re saying\nIs everything I wish I could\nBut the thoughts get lost\nAnd I think I’m lost for good\nI’m learning to paint small\nBut I have to be still\nAnd that one shines\nBut still\nThere I go again\nPainting with my ideas\nA little strokes, a little tears\nI can’t stop these shaky hands\nFrom mixing everything up\nAnd I wonder\nBut what’s really being lost enough?\nNot all who wonder\nAre lost in thought\nNot all who give live\nAll they’ve got\nLike a thousand suns\nBursting at once\nAre only the spark\nOf the mightiest one\nBut that doesn’t stop the planets from spinning\nMonth after heavy month\nInto years that I forget\nMemories and friends\nYears I get to live\nLucky and try to mend\nCrossing over back again\nOver and back again\nWith every line\nTrying to dig in\nCrossing over and back again\nI am become the destroyer of worlds\nAnd when the bomb drops\nMy heart drops too\nAnd doubt sets in\nPlease hope begin\nMake a way\nMake it calm for everything that flies inside\nThe sky? This is it?\nBut everyone can see this\nNo one owns it\nBut we all do until we’re all satisfied\nShaky knees, shaky thoughts\nShaky near the business end\nWhere I see it all get lost\nThe things I made become the things I’ve forgot\nThis is what you wanted me to build\nOr at least, that’s what I thought\nIn battle, in the forest\nAt the top in the mountains\nOn the dark great sea\nIn the midst of javelins and arrows\nIn sleep, in confusion\nIn the depths of shame\nThe good that we’ve done before\nDefends us\nEven poor little us