"chins up"

i drink to the fish, the birds...
(...no, who cares about them?)

i drink to the yawning night, the universe...
(...no, too vague, too typical of me)

i drink to the delayed harvest of our calloused hands...
(...no, don't be melancholic, not now)

i drink to forget...
(...no, then i won't have anything to write about)

i drink to you...
(...no, this is about me)

i drink to me...
(...no, this is about you)

i drink to ...
(...yes, let's drink to words.
the words that i can't find
the words that can put the infintely big life in the infinitesimal l-i-f-e
the words
that keep me from taking this drink)

chins up.

dope song: cibo matto's sci-fi wasabi