pull me back to discip-
push my will to mov-
this feels like more than I can handle
My wants and needs ferociously flow freely,
I need the storm to come and tame me
Halfway stuck and often weary,
blind and shattered I can't see clearly
turning my stomach inside out
All that's in me begins to generate doubt
Inciting moment come and take me
rescue me with what is necessary.
Chisel my structure,
compose my minutes,
take everything out,
and restart before I diminish.
Fading and wandering
this weakness overtakes me,
but I'll fight till I'm over
because this is how it must be.
Soon when my bones rest underground,
the will to have courage will incessantly resound
all of my fears and all of the pain,
will have been for a cause, for an eternal gain.
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