coordinates were set
toward a
blistering star
they thought they might
make it
but they never got as
far
as they'd hoped

sometimes its just too hard
to give up on your
ghosts

you breathe out in
profanities
& there's never enough
rope
to climb out from
the bottom

some day you'll have your
freedom

I'll eat it
too


& you can sing out of
tune
if you wanna catch my
mood