i’ve been surfing lately
i cant help it, i cant look at it
i can’t stop, there’s this and this and that
someone i pass by laughs, ‘you aint got time to lie’
and i surf and surf, mantra in my head, i aint got time
i aint got time to look under the surface, i know
it’s an angry mass of grief and gnarled fingers
weaving and knuckles pressing into each other
desperate for purchase, and it’s hundreds
of hands, right there, look, right there under the surface
but i aint got time, i’m surfing, i’m outta here