I want to tell you
Sorry that it’s been a while
I should tell myself
I want to tell you
Sorry that it’s been a while
I should tell myself
No need for make up
I indulge in vanity
With snapchat filters
Tired in the evening
Tired in the morning
Sleep through the night
But no amount is just right
Silk red milkweed
Calls you to your chrysalis
Invites you to stay
Friends gather in the evening cold
To be welcomed into a warm abode
The fire’s on and gifts are exchanged
Some grow excited and others wane
Cookies are iced in green and red
Everyone eats until well fed
Classic movies on the tv
Conversations overlap with familiar scenes
The night drifts into the following day
Until sleepy peers can no longer stay
As we fall tired
In the morning
Of every day this week
–
Our actions are heavy
And our voice
Becomes meek
–
The top is not forever
There are valleys
After the peak
–
We must have sure feet
If our hearts
Continue to seek
–
So we slow our pace
To revive our strength
When we feel weak
–
That soon we may
Have energy enough
For another streak
Sit in silence
Feel the land
Count my pulse while
You hold my hand
Let go of the things
You don’t understand
Let it fall away
Like grains of sand
You’re here right now
Just as planned
Wait for a moment
Before you stand
I’m half asleep
Begging to wake up
To enter the world
And shake off the heavy solitude
But it lays over me,
Spreads like the Pacific
Filing every direction
As far as open eyes can see
My ochre serpent
Releases her grasp on me
To find adventure