Pestilent view tightens the loop
Tied to the roof, they swoop
Thrown to the wolves
Meddle with moods, some I won’t get used to
Young to the vultures
Weathered and older, orbit the sun a few
My gaze remains unamused
Iron to solder, fucked up the joints in the move
Tucked in the folder, thoughts I will never renew
Moments I rue, lead with the shoulder
Running on solar, sickened by fumes
Feel so alone when it’s colder
Quarantined like I’ve ebola
Despite my quest to be soothed
I stay uprooted, miss when I shoot
Surely I’d have seen a sign or two
By now, I can’t defy the root
Denied the mood is useless with a push, or tried to
I’m drenched in unsilent youth
Violent movements part the suture
Wide enough to walk right through
Boneheaded but I’m lacking in sinew
Progression turned my bowlegged step to pigeon-toe
And what the fuck I’m supposed to do with this awareness?
Hard to bear, it bleeds me slow
There’s some things that we’re not meant to know
There’s some things that we’re not meant to know
I walked to the edge of the water and pondered disorder
It’s safer down here
I lined with the chalk my own border
It’s safe inside here