
nanama a mysterious thread passes through all things connecting the unfortunate by some very silly strings some theorize that time is always flowing not backward or forward, but within us like a rapidly falling river and we float we float we sink we are and we float we float we sink we aren’t na na na na na na na ma~ na na na na na na na na na nanama nanama together, united the pain, the triumph the hurt we share, the joy we freely give the man who packs the grocery bag is the same who owns the store the woman they call the lonely hag is the same that signs her photo the child that struggles to understand math is the same that accepts the award the science one denies on Tuesday is the same that keeps our feet on the ground we’re all just one chain wrapped tightly around the throat pulling in every direction except the one we should go in. and we float we float we sink we are and we float we float we sink we aren’t na na na na na na na ma~ na na na na na na na na na nanama nanamananama nanamananama