Tuck an " I love you" note onto every headstone
How many notes would we write?
How many stories on this little rock,
each their own, each their own
Live free, roam, if able call home
the sky, high above inhibitions
Please, listen to that gentle mission from midsection upper left, beating
We're depleting our empathy, compounded chemicals mentally
Brilliantly the light shines in to me,
exposing a case of inability to choose
On a mission to lose, the swords what I choose, no clue what to do, grasping