The faucet seems to be leaking
and the drops of water drip
to a beat and my heart sings to it
the birds chase the whistling wind
and my hair it dances to it
and time continues, my nails
grow on and grow on
how long will i grow?
until i become a skeleton in
your closet
how long will i last?
before i rot under your shadow.
sooner or later the leaky faucet
will run dry, then my heart will
go off tune.
the wind had gone missing and
all my hair had fallen out
but time will go on
and even when i have stopped going
on my nails will grow
in to the ground
and in the end, after everything had stopped.
you still haven't returned.