Here he is,
deep beneath me,
A small piece of paper
folded over eight times,
sipping on this wine – I see him now,
running away from you – he's right here,
Always wanting more
until I lose it all,
Everything forever
but the crest on my arm.

And here you are,
right outside,
lost between
the shortening chapters
of my life,
As far as I could remember
You've been
just a small step behind,
Balancing on a wire
not knowing
which way you go,
Finding what you wish for
just a moment too slow,

And here I've been
more than once before,
standing alone
above the broken
hardware
on the floor,
A robot with a
soul of soft gold,
Tell me “hope”
and I'll hold,
Tell me “believe”
and I'll be free,
Don't say anything
and you won't
know how far I'll throw
for you to see.