Count them one, two, three, four
All sorts of Arcadios running out the door.
Five, six, seven, eight
Hold up, can you just wait
One second
I have to get this down
Too many Aurelianos running around.
Jose just died,
But wait wasn’t he
Just being born in the last chapter
Or was that just me
Misunderstanding yet again,
This confusing book.
What’s it got to do with my life in the outlook?
So many names,
Birth certificates stacking up.
And as more people get crazy,
I see more baby bumps.

Identities mixing together,
Fading, fading, fading.

But who am I really,
To say what’s too much?
I’m just having trouble
Reading and such.
Maybe they’re the ones who are right
And we’re all crazy.
Less names to remember every night.
Or maybe they’re being lazy.
But as names are recycled,
So too seems the lives of them all.
Didn’t this just happen?
Another character about to fall.

Identities mixing together,
Fading, fading, fading.

Individuality is gone.
Was this his plan?
To turn a functioning town into a dried up land?
All the people have left,
Generations have died.
And the last bit of individuality
Was pried
From our grasp.
Ursula’s dead in the fields.
And Aureliano’s soul,
Is it even real?
People make mistakes,
Yet no learning process is set foward.
The same faults happen again and again.

Identities mixing together,
Fading, fading, fading.