The willow branches limply tossed about
Dangle like a hang man’s noose
The frost tipped grass threatens you
Just so they can hear a crunch
The dark infinity of the sky
Seemed endless with broken,
Stained letters lying beside me
Noisily trying to escape gravity’s prison

I hate how every must be
By the book,
Between A and B,
Real,
As a kid I used to
Read that book
Walk on that faint line
Believe in reality

I loved it
It trickled into my body like water
Settling into my skin
I soon learned that nobody
Reads the book
Or connects the dots
Or really believes
At least not forever

So I let those letters
Free
To be dragged away
Into an endless sky