Hey kids- Greg Segal here!
By now, some of you may be wondering
"Dude, like, like...what's Darkland dude?"
Is it real? Is it a dream?
And the answer is-
Yes.
So now you know-
This is Darkland
A place to hide your head in the sand
While things inside us and around us drift apart
Darkland-
Caught in the works
Lose your blues in the shuffle or watch them grow
Reluctant or happy but pushing that cart
Holes in the sky and the seasons disrupted
Mile after mile of blackened coast
This clockwork world we have superimposed
Is a parasite destined to die with its host
You may dance on its grave or sing its eulogy
Weep for the past or rot in lethargy
Or say nothing has changed and pretend
Because it may not really matter in the end
Yeah, OK, pardon me for me being overdramatic
I wax philosophic and vent my fears
You've heard it before, it accomplishes nothing
Wordy complaints for your tired ears
But it may be the most I can honestly do
So take it or leave it, that's up to you.
I've said my piece, I'll shut up now
Until something bugs me again
Until then-
Have yourself a merry little doomsday
Play a good game, stay out of that rain
Don't get too much sun
Have as much fun as your schedule permits
And hell, don't take me too seriously,
After all, none of this stuff is real,
Right?
Good morning
Good day
Good night
Pleasant....dreams? G.S., 7/18-19/91