i’m disappointed and i don’t believe in anything, but in their smiles.
but i have to walk on.
in less than 7 days, i’ll be 30.
30 years of asking why and how
but only to myself…

i used to fantasize that my work matters,
that my switches work for nasa,
that they might help people reach the stars

now i’m disappointed
i know they don’t
no platform is mine anymore,
’cause i work on all of them
people don’t use what i do
it’s just a must-have,
’cause others have it, too.

my work doesn’t matter,
and that matters a lot to me.

all that you can’t leave behind
never ever never
the family
or their remembering
i carry them on my soul
and they run in my cells

and fuck you, mother nature
and biological nature and all