I'm too simple, as a stone,
***** and accidentally cast
like anything from my hands,
So easily dropping and lone.

So detached, millions miles away
where I collected shifting dreams
I don't expect you to understand.
Lows to forgive and highs to save,
Either I belong among mood swings.

Only turning the tide it could shut the door
so why this shiver down my spine?
I'm used to overthink, what's that for?
Bad habits ain't go rubbing my eyes,
like a cruel crack in my lips, though,
It hurt almost any time I got to smile.

Truth is I can't stand my days,
fool geometry of no tomorrow,
unsteady, lying under the waves
and no more than low or narrow
my body hadn't but should find that place.

As hollow as a hurricane
that must pass through but be mindful,
when feelings rise up their head
before winter wind they turn into blue,
like a runaway horse put at bay
as for now just biting dust and dew.

Stop me or ride on, just take my hand...
Slow burn, simply starting from the end.