Wait for me.
My very bones ache
The soreness I’ve tried to shake
Has been keeping me awake
I want to run until this is all just a dot
A speck so small, I can say I forgot
That you were waiting for me; you don’t get that a lot
My brain has become a spiralling slide that demands
To take advantage of my sweaty hands
As I slip and grasp and tug, I’ve paid my pain’s worth in advance
When I wake, I gaze like an idiot sun and sky
And wonder why, knowing the truth, can’t I
Get it together? This life is sly.
Like a pebble in natures’ current
The leaves in the wind’s torrent
I’m sure this next blow is meant…
For me.
They carry the bomb of strife
Land on the mine and, BANG, the searing knife
Breaks down the mind into the units of life
The path home is in footsteps and siren cries
Lectures in exasperated sighs, tired eyes
Nights in vivid images, drained faces, waving goodbyes
The mirror is not the limit
The bodies’ truth is within it
A number won’t be all, someday it won’t hurt, those clothes will fit
It will all make sense soon, so keep your fire lit.
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