the rest of these days

REsT... is a curious word

The dismissal of an 'other' synonym of uselessness,
The verb for peace and non-verbal but physical comments
I have a rest, I swallow useless you and dream bodily me

The shallow verb emptying plates of unused dinners on streets of neverland
The fulfilling nothing, break of tradition in the shadow of your old man's mill
I'll have the rest, you fill me, I listen safely - safe rest in the world's big plant.

The forgotten track of a path once taken, of a vinyl once crackling
The breath of the singer, silence of the trumpeter's run to the keys of our moons
"I say yes, you say no - you say why, and I say I don't know"

Unity in colors, unity as uncertain as the rest of our future.