The story is common So plain we pass by often All motion defeated By endless what-if questions Obvious We own it Our anxious scars and bruises Heavy hands swing slowly With weight of our own choosing, now…
Thirsty for comfort Too proud to ask for answers Libraries of suggestion The loudest voice is hidden Obvious So simple Action makes for removal Heavy heart Bad posture Collapse and falling under, now…
We know but can’t believe it’s easy as it sounds We know but always told if we let go we drown
You feel the tide is rising That water’s cold as hell Think enemies surround you Everyone, except yourself