Tilted heads, locked hands inquire
It's deep in the silence
And in the void of concern
Nothing left to know and everything to learn
But if I'm going anywhere
It's a long way down
With no way to climb out
Your arms are crossed
The light's all wrong
Fumbling seasonal warmth
Can't keep the weather honest no more
But if I'm going anywhere
There's a space in your mind
I'll be glad to occupy
The houses sat in rows
And it's here you need to breath
The sky is all milkweed
But if I'm going anywhere
There's a funeral home
And a wreath of aster & rose
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 11:00 PM UTC
Tilted heads, locked hands inquire
It's deep in the silence
And in the void of concern
Nothing left to know and everything to learn
But if I'm going anywhere
It's a long way down
With no way to climb out
Your arms are crossed
The light's all wrong
Fumbling seasonal warmth
Can't keep the weather honest no more
But if I'm going anywhere
There's a space in your mind
I'll be glad to occupy
The houses sat in rows
And it's here you need to breath
The sky is all milkweed
But if I'm going anywhere
There's a funeral home
And a wreath of aster & rose
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