over my head, the waters swirl blue and black and green
jagged little pieces of logic everywhere, sinking in
none hit me, though some scraped my skin, brushing past
filtered by the water, above my head
the sun shines bright and red
blown far far away by the blast
i watch the realization in a white bubble near my head
i must move out of here, before i sink
you cold warmth, your determined undeterminism
grey and white for practicality
and a little bit of green and brown and blue
because you love the skies too.
wild purples, a indigo and swirls of red moss
the sea, deep below, the sky on a stormy night
the still of hanging stars in the night.
and in the distance, i see you.
i am trying to reach out, can you see me
hold my hand. stop me. pull me out. before its too late.
death is born in the birth
time is framed and couched in time
it never goes on, but in circles
what will you stand in the center?
what fill with each days worth?
what will i do with this life?
you were right when you said what you said
whats the point of it all, at all?
maybe time has come to run again. if nothing, there's always fresh starts