Listening to lost but familiar sounds
I’m back in all of the fear, comfort and smallness I felt
As I dove into the endless summer
Tentative diving
Now things die around me,
My lyre has stopped playing and I envy that girl
The one who played her lyre
Do I cry or do I move?
Do I get on my knees for the people who control me
Or do I create art and walk away from those who I came back to save?
If you were all here waiting for me why are you still waiting?
Where is my fucking pragmatism hiding?
I’ll just let this sound seep into me and adjust my heart rate to fit the pace
Of someone elses life whilst I figure you out
So I can write you down
And mould myself anew