I thought about stopping to look
Or just stop looking
And just take what is not mine
In small doses
Children playing around my bare feet
Cities removed from the yellow pages
And women with no eyes and mangled hands
And I'll just breathe
Breathe the breath away from tradition
And find my own grace
One separate from what I should feel
What I was the led to explore.
Jump ship just got shipwrecked
Because I bear witness with nothing less then a list and a mission. The misses all the misses is a few strides from failure an object abort a mirror distraught when lie an image distorts while my knuckles shy from fresh hands. My knuckles to swollen my limbs disjoint. My phantom shadow follows, my recent air stays shallow as I swallow for warmth.
I'm thinking about giving up the catch and release
I've been called a catch but the only thing I catch is sweat.
I don't know how to do it
Even when I've done it before
The cycles has spun and where it once begun
Now I enter explosive
I'm holding onto drifting wholehearted happy accidents
A middle ground between regrets and the distance to Sussex.
Where's my screen, my affirmation, when will it come easy?
It's far from the beginning not near a stone nowhere knows where is the ring
I'm bringing up all these facts and some soft flesh
A mesmerizing timing a few lonely days I'm laid flat on a plank of siding
Call me the tide say I'm probably hiding
I'm probably trying I'm probably siding on the easiest bet because I'm busy
No disrespect.
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