I met a man once who hummed his sorrows, He Wore blue jeans and tight shirts. Lived on the edge of the earth and argued with destiny. I would ask, "where are you going" he would respond with a shrug and smirk, "*******"
I have secrets in my tummy driving my desires giving me peace sealing my mind breaking my spirit surrounding my dreams my secrets hold me tight tighter, tighter, tighter.
An inch above is how I drowned Two inches at a time is how I went down Until I felt that ground beneath my back And learned to breathe through the cracks