(no subject)
I've never asked for something
I thought I couldn't get
But I know I've asked for many things
That I knew that I'd regret
But I don't regret much
As much as I can tell
As I lay here, under night's dark wing
I feel cold and alone
My legs up to my chest
Where time's scars are but known
Ages and eons, long ago
Everything was close and warm
In a tiny speck of sand
But now it's all become
Far apart with nothing in between
Sitting cold and alone
Under the dark's light wing
And then I feel it kind of sad
Then comforting instead
That though I am alone
So is where I rest my head
Perhaps someday
All will come back together
The way it was before
Or else it will
Drift off and away
Until there's no light or warmth
To feel.
But even at that,
I don't think I could
Care much less
As I lay there in the cold.