I
Everything
is supposed to be golden but I think I’ve turned to lead
Heavy,
drowning, in a mess of sheets and sighs
I remember
the light and
Turn
it off instead
II
I
always start to feel like I’ve overstayed my welcome
Someone
screaming - get me out of here- out of now
“Next!”
calls the lady at the desk
III
Swallow
some honey for that cough but it doesn’t taste sweet
Deadlines
start to make my throat dry
It’s
dangerous to think of a person as a forever
They’ll start appearing while you sleep
IV
Free
to float or swim under bright lights
I
dream I am in a petri dish
Under observation
They
can read my movements but not my mind
V
Shells
and balloons are both filled with air
But we
only call one hollow
VI
And
the song goes He holds the whole world,
in his hands
My hands
lack such responsibility
They
grasp at empty air
VII
Gravity
promises all will fall
Makes
no claims about falling into place
VIII
You’re
never finished
Just out of time
