Lunar Water from Consequences by Robin Åstedt

[Verse 1]
Drifting through life aimlessly
When did I lose my agency?
My life is spelt with great potential
A missing piece, so essential
Searching for a purpose at large
On the cusp, about to discharge
Entered the stage with a silver spoon
Only to sublimate like water on the moon

[Verse 2]
A fleeting spark, a false ignition
Trapped inside my own volition
Each ambition, burning away
Its ashes scatter, my dreams decay
I reach for something undefined
A destination I cannot find
It slips my grasp, and I falter
Dissipating, like lunar water

[Verse 3]
The walls around me are coming down
Of my metaphysical playground
Staring down into the abyss
Looking back, a reflection amiss
Ever since I could see
Nothing scares me more than me
My permanent shadow, a self-referential stalker
A fragile place, my lunar water

My lunar water

• Folk
• Gothenburg