My heart and soul remains intact
After all of that
I am
Intact
Crisis after crisis
Phone call after phone call
I am alone
All
Alone
But not really
I hold on to a dream
I am feeling
Hoping
Praying
We make it
Towards something
Up or down
I'm all turned around
As to which way I want to go
I'll be sky bound
With hell hounds
Who the fuck knows
I'll fly my kite in winter
And sled in the spring
I'll focus all my together time
On little broken things
Because it makes me whole
Do I make me whole?
Who the
Fuck
Knows
I'll sleep
Eventually
I'll make it there
Hesitantly
And I will breathe
Breathlessly
What else could a person want?
A home?
Love?
Peace?
Safety?
Adventure?
War?
Hate?
Something entirely new?
Who
The fuck
Knows
Because I fucking don't
I tie myself down
With balloon strings
And I sing
But only on Saturday mornings
Only to have that urning
That it could be more
Rather than staring at a wooden door
I closed myself
Hard wood floors
Indoors
Tell a story
You just have to listen
Is there cracks?
Is it from dancing In the kitchen at 3am?
Or is it from fighting at 10pm
Alright everyone,
Let's do it again
And again
Because humans
Never get it right
We just learn
We just do
We just go
It is all I can do to get up most days
But I would rather be depressed than bored
At least there is misery to be had
At least good things hide in the bad
At least I can help people
At least I can learn
At least I can grow
And maybe I will die
Who
The fuck
Knows
I'll mend broken things
And make broken records out of nothing
Because I fucking can
Maybe I'll live
Who
The fuck
Knows
