Watch the butter melt See its jaundiced flesh turn from solid into liquid Observe as its gilded armor slowly fades away like the wind Exposed to the elements, it turns over a new leaf, to show, to expose, that there was nothing there in the first place
Watch the butter melt Or is it margarine? These are the existential questions The existential questions, that supersede human senses
How can we know, just by looking at it, that it is not margarine? These are our existential questions Our existential questions, that may never be answered
Answers Why do we seek answers to existential questions? Why can’t we just enjoy it, whatever it is, and spread it on some toast?
The melting butter is a metaphor for our transient lives, our ephemeral bodies, fleeting, caught in a mere moment in time, (don't blink, you'll miss it) our mortality
When they are exposed to the world they melt, and leave a sticky mess behindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
