I’m covered in the brink of tears the link to a memory long passed I’m covered in an inky mass of words words that don’t last I’m covered in the thought to act the thought of change that never comes I’m covered in a promising past a waiting present an uncertain future I’m covered in the misty belief that one day my time will come I’m covered in the sawdust of whittled mindsets that leave me exposed I’m covered in the brown and blue of the heavy world that I put on my shoulders I’m covered in the dusty thoughts that I was so sure of but am no longer I’m covered in decisions and lines puzzles and equations I’m covered in a flicker of light sparking one eyelash at a time until it reaches my dull brown eyes I’m covered in a soul that has been scraped new still raw from the peeling but smooth and ripe and ready to be covered in love