Is anything happening in there?
have I dulled you to nothing or is a lid still tight?
thump, thump; thump, thump
gives me no notes to make a song with.
you keep turning in the direction of the nearest sun
which right now came yesterday and left
leaving my skin burned and eyes tired
wanting empty dark
cold again, putting back pieces
I would turn about face forward
were I willing of the loss
but same-old uneasy today has nothing on you
all that love and pain
waving your flag
like there might still be someplace in me