i wouldn't recommend you spend your years like me. No no. I did learn a thing or two! It's true. But looking back I was beating around off track. Years with the machete swinging lethargically For empty hours each day Contented to sit and grow fat on red berries.
What could i have done to skip my fall tonight through the ice of these memories? Is it today that colours the yesterdays in my brain? A dark arctic swirl. Submarine windows, cracking panes
What could i do now to stop feeling the same. Let those carcasses freeze over, Breathe air on top
I would like to say I'm a caterpillar Become butterfly. But that's not how humans work.
As I look through windows to the past I whisper that they're growing pains. Can I love my skin, as I stroke my scars? I hope these feelings do not last. I'm not dead yet, is my refrain.