So many and
everywhere
there are travelers
perhaps there are
more like me
and doubt their destination
clutched in the jaws and hooks
in the glint of any mirror
reflects my present looks
when should I leap off the tower
and assume a new ship?
The days ruin and spin
these days are mine
and shine now as
they did for the dead
go on
go on
go on
I mustn't think
-breathe-