a stoic smile. vacant look. an awkward pause. a timeless book.
crystal walls, and boundless roads. minutes laughing. ages mourned.
growing bolder. feeling new. falling backwards. cutting through.
overthinking. weeping. sigh… knowing. living. getting by.

the soil rusts, the water thaws
all tiny slips becoming spikes
inside my veins I know it lives
but all too well mixed up with fears
with every passing longing day
I feel no more relief to say

all living souls walk empty minded
with every step to heal their pains
the minds of old are just as blinded
they fail to see how much has changed

it burns
it stings
and bleeds some more
in time it sleeps
but wakes to roar
it claws
and gnaws
scratches and bites
it stops to taunt you
and then restarts