Our manners are English,
Our minds are like wild horses.

I give myself
to be read

that's an act
not a desire

it is surrender
not fearing danger

it is sharing and healing
who we are

releasing together
what is stuck

a bond
of freedom

No reason to stay,
but no place to go.
P l e a s e, go away,
I wanna lay low.
"Can't stop", they say.
Whatever, I know.
Day after day,
the clock's running slow.
Got bills to pay,
turn this body on auto.

I have lost every time
But these tremors within say,
You are a miracle, you just wait.