Tracking Backwards

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