7/31/2007

deathly terrified of the doubt and defeat
spending each second on someone else’s knees
don’t know if God would trust me
so could I borrow your faith, please?
here’s where the answers
and the questions face off
talking past midnight for too goddamn long
and eventually we’ll reach the moon
on a ladder of language
see me crawling past you
see you climbing over me
see us caught in the middle
seeing who gets to lead
oh it’s not fair but it feels too right
but words can’t replace
something tangible at night

my life is still the same old
get up get out go back
I’m asking for a change
but I don’t see it coming
give me something
to swallow up all this time
give me something
give me something on my mind
--
work these fingers to their bones
the feet creek whilst the floor boards groan
and I’m gone
in the tumult of this day to day routine
starting slow
but I’ll eventually be
so far from free it’s hard to see
where the sidewalks start to end
and the ocean might begin
used to be an easy view
before I swallowed my pride and accepted my dues
this is new
but I’m still old as fucking dirt
heavy hands and burnt finger tips
scalding skin might be worth a cent
I don’t know yet
but I’ll find out someday soon