I fail for fear of failure. A silent dizzy sailor.
Caught, cocooned and smacked around.
Like waves of wind enticing sounds.
Sounding so damn loud.
I say, "goodbye" to me
and say, "what's good?" to you.
My bed is saying, "move around!"
I cry and try to make no sound,
but I'm just so damn loud.
Time and water and therapy,
but nothing gives me clarity,
like kissing you like this
Imagine if the lake,
threw rocks onto me
and stared into my skin
to see its own damn fee.
And if freedom isn't like this
then I don't want to be free.
Caught, cocooned and smacked around
like waves of wind enticing sounds
sounding so damn loud.