I don't know what I believe anymore
an empty vessel drifting
unmoored from the earth that
restrained by reassured
nothing more than a disoriented mass
of synaptic maybes and
the constant pit in my stomach
the heaviness of chest holding
back a beating heart
running, racing from fear
from the fear of knowing
that there are only so many
more of these beats to give
Take me as I take you
give unto the other with
complete trust nothing more
than the self imposed maybes you
can't ever fucking square.
We're all just so many hoping
creating knowing that we
don't, won't, can't
bear to face each other in the
clarity of that light allowing
forcing a choice to move one
way and not the other
seconds to waste belong
to a past where this
kind of shit was novel.
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