Oct 28, 2021
In the twisting, I see myself Pixelated, construed, I am reaching out For something, for me to hold on to But I never do Failing, I never will
Some things just do not exist And some days I'll be the evoked of The hope for a landing, for safety But the synapse fires, exploding And this is letting go
Life, this is a lesson that we don't sign up for But we fatefully learn And as I grow old Time will break me apart From stem to bough, and my heart to reason I will become the dirt of which I began
