having faith in doubt
all metaphysical thought
stems from fear of death
i’m a shape-shifter
i take the form of a bear
no one is impressed
circular logic
you can’t concede to yourself
this isn’t over
gone before your time
a debt of apology
that cannot be paid
there is a thin line
between a joke and the truth
i can’t take either
it’s time to take stock
and get myself together
and get milk.. and bread..
one after the next
wake up behind the wheel
the fog is so thick
i wont sleep tonight
all i can think of is you
outside the street screams
rushing toward me
it’s so loud my eardrums burst
i wake in a sweat
wake up sleepy head
forget the past fifteen years
today is the day
a turn of the wheel
one more solar rotation
please keep on living
air leaks from the room
i reach out to touch your hand
my arm halts, frozen
in a dark forest
a tree trunk spans a ravine
we’re chased to it’s peak