Push
I couldn't
Move
It wouldn't
And nothing will
Make it do
Tease it
You get scorned
Hold it
You feel the weight
Feel it
You'll get numb
Embrace it
And get hurt
It gets cold
In a room without walls
In a heart of flesh
When it refuses to budge
When you mean
Nothing to it
Your thoughts mean
Nothing to it
Your feelings to it
As trite as fish scales
In the home of a fisherman
I've hit an Iron Curtain
Your heart's decision
And nothing I do
Can change your mind
