I need  a knife, something to define my life
A feeling like the dark vast openness of the sea, swims deep inside of me.
Crawling, hauling all of my luggage into the future.
Stepping on minutes and hundreds of seconds.
Time is moving forward but where am I? somewhere caught in a mix of falling back and staying where I am
I stake out my plans for another day to fake.
And While I wake,
My arms ache
I need a knife, something to define my life.
I need to carve and slice,
Like ***** mice, infected with lice
I entice, the last kind of life
Gripping on just to suffice.