Is there a clock on this?
The world continues to spin
But it's my heart that moves
And my head, and my gut.
I wish I had a map to the end.
I know that drowning is OK
For a little while; stay sane.
But don't let the habit tread water.
The dark drugs and soothes
But soon your lungs need to move.
I hate this and love this
The sadness, memory's kiss.
But it can't sustain me for long.
Keep learning to walk on two legs
Whether the pain is here or gone.
I want the song of my heart
To be heard in the eaves
Or the cathedral of the world.
And I forgot what it feels like to breathe
Without that smoke in my lungs
