i want You to give back what You took,
but You need it more.

You keep it in the top drawer,
right side of Your desk.
And i'm sure some of it is in a folder You gave me,
wedged in the filing cabinet between calculations and words i don't remember saying.

But you listen,
so You know more than i should have ever poured out.
my mouth is a stream
and You continue to row towards the falls.

You put your feet up and sing
a change is gonna come,
and i'm standing in front of You.
But Your eyes are *shut.