hard times
Breaking my back on time
Feeling it twisting my spine
I’m broken, I’m not well
Dragging my body to hell
Breaking my back on time
Feeling it twisting my spine
I’m broken, I’m not well
Dragging my body to hell
If we must contend
I will defeat you
For my capacity for disappointment
Is immense
Going to pack it up, ain’t no way
I can be here, I can’t stay
The sun is gone, the sky is gray
Everything is rusted and in decay
Oh girl, when you talk that way
you’re breakin’ my heart
breaking my mind
Oh child, when you walk that way
you’re breakin’ my body
crushing my time
And when you shake that way
I am broke down
making me unkind
O and when you fake that way
putting the break to me
busting my grind
We come before you
with words insufficient
We bring before you
meager gifts unworthy
We fall before you
a will broken by the world
We show before you
a crumbling temple
We come before you
with our sacrifice
We bring before you
all of our time
We fall before you
putting our broken past behind
We show before you
our empty hands
We come before you
with the only gift we have
We bring before you
our whole lives
We fall before you
with a throne for the taking
We show before you
praise in reflection
Stick my head in a shadow box
Play with my fingers
Until the story walks
And the feeling lingers
The naked sky screams down at me
And I shout a whisper back
Alone she was a broken only
My shine refracts reflected act
The streets aren’t locked at night
She says she doesn’t need her mind
The fugitive soul is not contrite
And I am feeling just fine
I hang my hopes upon a kite string
And my line reaches toward the sky
They wiggle like birds taking wing
Even though they will not fly
Broken by sorrow
Crushed by fear
Come tomorrow
I’m out of here
quietly waiting for something to wake us from our slumber
a shout or explosion, the as yet sight unseen
image of unknown, echo or reflection unheard
sight and sound, full color and spectrum, a complete dream
I’ve got forty minutes of freedom!
Bound to the chair
Forty minutes of Freedom
Brain wracking
Key clacking
Card stacking
Freedom
(MattWricks and Sunsun)
Roam
World Over
Roam
Nome
A Place to begin
Going down the parallel lines
I find control inside a boundary
Break away
Forge my foundry
The end of all things
Is in my grasp
I renounce the past
And pull the cord
On the present machine
There is no end
That is the lesson
Only respite
And recharging
Humility
Discard
And Attack
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