Aug 05, 2004 01:28
As the night seeps into darkness on what seems a lazy lark it seems to breathe inside of me or creep to be what lets me be
because I am not the part of you I see me be and I am not the hazel blues that tune to what I feel the need to be but I am one of massive few who sits in waiting rooms until theres nothing left to do but sit with me and be. Just be.
But the air it turns to liquid and and it breathes in me much thicker so I'm salving gulps and pumping malts of a fleeting hope that I am not alone again
or anymore
or another time
or this last time.
CUT TO:
You running towards another time
me jumping back another rhyme
Us skipping stones of undone crimes
against ourself agaisnt the world
against whatever else may come.
But I've come undone and it's too late because you've won but not you in the literal sense but you in the physical mess of all the you's who will come and go
and all the you's I'll never know
Fuck you, but the literal you
Cuz I'm not the literal fuck this time.
But don't give up
You'll have your day soon enough.
Maybe another time.
Maybe my last time.