oh cradle rest upon the rock that balances sustain
a back and forth reality is hiding in my brain
forever's here, i'll never go much farther than i've gone
at least when i am focusing on everything that's wrong
i walk, i talk, i sleep, repeat - substantially secure
but numb to almost anything that hasn't been a blur
i've coriander colored skin, the scent is present too
a dying shade of seeded fruit that cannot be consumed
and if you bring me where you go i'll take up all the air
i'll wait until your lungs fill up and we can go from there
with heavy breath and feet alike, my circulation slow
i enter new mentalities my body doesn't know
upon the breeze of subtleties i hold the hands of time  
i close my eyes, begin to feel myself become a *child