Deny my blood
And I was only bleeding for you
Maybe in time
My heart not anachronistic

These seeds
Don't ever sew
Won't ever grow
Won't ever know
Be fine

Too locked in my own mind
To deal

...

And what of the past
A rich tapestry of multicolored denial
I don't know if I bled
But I feel like I did

These roots
That don't unfold
That don't take hold
Story untold
Be fine

Too trapped in my own design
To live