Notice notice notice notice
Notice the wind in the tress and the wind in his voice
Put your phone in your pocket for a moment and see the snow, rejoice
But go back to your pocket when you feel the buzz, there is a new moment of your life, a sight of a million reflected lights is just as real as one

"In 10 years you won't remember his name" chirps the 30 yr old self help ******* who thinks he is smarter than everyone born 1989
"In three months you won't remember her voice" blabs the inane buzzfeed writer, fresh out of college and master of that subtle tone of superiority
*******, I'm not living  in three months from now, it's today and her voice rings in my ears, her face is burned into my eye lids and her name may taste bitter on my tongue but I still know the ******* taste
Stop telling people to not live in their momentary emotions, don't tell my sister to not be heartbroken, his name hurts her now and she deserves to feel that pain
Don't live in the imaginary painless future, live in the wonderful, terrible, awe inspiring now

The fog from the mouth of the river mists over the roadway, shaming the steam from your mouth
We turn on our high beams to cut a seam for the sight of rolling concrete
The wooden monoliths of antiquity have been pushed aside for our fleet

I was taught to stop avalanches and raised to swallow tidal waves
But my hands are black as pitch with frostbite and my lungs are filled with water
But I shake off the cold and throw up the water
There is the avalanche in the shape of a coffin and there is a tsunami of raging expectations
And for ***** sake I’m gonna try

Use me till I run out of words, I have nothing else to offer
I'm three steps away from daily motivation
There is a peace in knowing your worth, sleep to the freezing
We both know the moment that you got what you wanted, I haven't felt your need on my leg in weeks

I'm not smart enough for the path that resists the least, so I slog up this hill till my fingers are russet nubs
My eyes are blind to the truth, so i keep climbing up this vertical mountain
Hopefully I will learn after another sharp regret tumbles down and splits my skull
But i never was a fast learner
One foot in front of the other
One foot in front of the other till you forget why you're moving
One foot in front of the other if you say it loud enough you forget the shackles that stumble my steps

If I stay I'm a disappoint and of I go I'm selfish
I have spent my time being selfless but I'm not allowed to breath
You see my freedom as your loss, my breathing as stealing air you might have taken in

My soul is tailgating the tour van of some band from SF that takes themselves a bit to seriously
My soul is somewhere in the woods, half submerged in a creek, caressed by ancient waters toughened by ancient stones
My soul is in a brand new a stadium, cheering on some logo with 80,000 strangers
My soul is the color of calloused feet and broken promises
My soul is the gorilla beating his chest and in a swing of his fist my soul is a little kid wondering how can he cheapen the family bills

Straving on the fringes gorged and gored of that vibrating center  
Look at me but not that long, let me be a cog of the conversation, I can't start the wheels turning and god please don't turn me into rust, grinding words to a scream screeching halt

Break my throne and cut my hair, my expression doesn't change
I'm not wincing for you, my hair is thinning anyway