Sit still life moves swiftly
And while its shifting remember
You stumble when your sprinting to fast
Into dark past or free floating with eyes
Looking back.
Brush the dirt off
After you held your ground
And remember
You swim to well you won’t actually drown.
Screaming save me is only
An utterance of despair,
Particularly if you know
Your wasting air the on people
you know are not there.
I can’t even save myself
I’m barren I’m broken
I’ve let go,
I’m breaking ground
I’m buried
I’ve died inside
You have to breath to drown.
I feel crazy
Crazy crazy
Indeed the words lost meaning as surly as
I have lost my feeling.