(Written to the [[one day i'll buy you the world EP]] vinyl release in July 2019.) the globe keeps spinning, and we are powerless to stop it. i know the feeling: you wake up, staring at the ceiling, wondering what the point is, not wanting to get up but not able to be still. it all seems so silly, really: here we are, stuck on a globe hurtling along through eternal darkness, (and yet bathed in light), and here you lie, afraid of what your boss might think if you’re late to work. again. it’s tiresome, really, constantly being a disappointment. a disappointment to your boss, a disappointment to your family, a disappointment to your friends, a disappointment to yourself. i would know. it’s tiresome in that dangerous way that doesn’t lead to a good night’s sleep, but instead to exhaustion. to apathy. meanwhile, time keeps ticking away – time, with its taste of indifference, nothing but a million moments never to be recaptured, flowing through you like water through your hands. it fills you with an urgent need to act, and yet you feel powerless to move. then life happens. life – it has this habit of always catching you off-guard. it comes running from out of nowhere and jumps upon you. and without the reflexes to react or the strength to withstand the charge, there is nothing left to do but to fall, down, into the deepest darkness, into the black hole at the bottom of the spiral. and there you lie, broken but true, just like me, just like us, feeling like the only one. i’m here to tell you that you’re not. that it will be alright. what happened – it wasn’t your fault. you’ve done nothing wrong. i’m here to remind you that yes: life _is_ a struggle, unpredictable and unfair. we’re all fighting battles with the odds stacked against us. i’m here to tell you that none of us know what we are doing. we are all confused. we all put on our little masks of confidence every morning, hoping that no one will call our bluff, then hang them by the bedside at night, going to sleep naked and exposed and with that same uneasy feeling that it’s all for nothing. i’m here to tell you that it's absurd. "Life". it doesn’t make any sense. we look around us and we think that this, this society, these laws of existence, that they must be as inevitable and unquestionable as the gravity that keeps us here. i'm here to tell you that this isn’t so. i’ll let you in on a secret: happiness really _can_ be bought. but money is not the currency. i’m here to show you that you don’t have to be alone, because only together can we be a People. only together can we be an Army. but only, only if you take my hand. and so i ask you: look out. look at the people smiling in the park. look at the children playing in the streets. look at the students with their heads in their books, at the foreigner seeing familiar sights for the first time, at the lovers walking hand in hand. look at these people, and you’ll see that they are you. and know: these people struggle too. they are fighters. just like me. just like you. i’m here to tell you that just outside that door, you’ll find us waiting for you. we will have your back, if you’ll let us. we are nothing to write home about, but we’re still here, chasing the silly dreams of our imaginations, fighting under banners of our own designs, hoarding that unspoken currency like dragons on mountains of gold, dreaming of riches that could buy us all that we desire. you may say i’m a dreamer, but i’m not the only one. so take my hand, and i promise you: one day i’ll buy you the world.