Look at me in the eyes and tell me where the good goes.look at me in the heart and tell me breaking is among the impossible.
look me in the hands and tell me tired only exists within the seas.
look me in the head and tell me heavy is a mere illusion.
do they know how to cure the disease no others see?
speak slow.
walk slower.
follow the map.
don't allow your path to fall off track.
remain calm.
eyes ahead.
they'll catch you if you fall.
but don't think they'll keep you safe.
beneath the stairs you'll stay
and they'll walk upon you
walls will creak
the ceiling above your head, cracked.
eyes closed.
your path is off track.
panic
running
i'll tell you now,
i guess i should have told you then;
clouds are rolling and i cannot feel a thing.
but i can promise you one thing,
even though exhausted, morning will come.
and i'll stand up straight.
i know i can't loose focus.
but i've been doing circles
and we're slowing down again
and i feel myself letting go.
subtle but not underground.
it's early evening.
and i can't wait until morning comes.
although exhausted, i will not pull away.
