Damnation is the wellspring.
Conviction is the urge.
This addiction to confining
all this life in words.
The end is coming soon;
another highlight for the birds.
“I didn’t think it mattered.”
Strangest thing I ever heard,
and I’ve heard
a thing or two.
Here we are;
at another crossroads;
intersecting bylines in our lives.
Take the left,
or take the right?
God knows we’ll never be satisfied.
Second guess ourselves
every time.
Wish we would just
make up our fucking minds.
There doesn’t need to be drama
on every side.
I’ve never seen anything like it
in my life,
and I’ve seen a thing or two.
What does it even matter?
It’s not like we can’t get there
from here,
or anywhere.
The only limit is us,
and the atmosphere.
Hanging on to trouble
never seems to prepare
us for the wounds
and the scars that we will bear.
Holding onto sickness
doesn’t cure the air.
Living in the rubble
of our greatest care.
I don’t think we know
how to laissez faire;
and I’ve known a thing or two.
You’ll have to show me
what you can do.
It’ll be easy
with me and you.
Easier still
with three
than with two.
Show me everything.
We’ll make it through.
HG – 2020
