Saltwater's never been my favorite flavor
I don't often dig up trenches where I shouldn't
Rivers form all by themselves for me
I don't
I can't really want to change this
I'm hanging on to the edge of a breath
Because it's all that's worth grasping
This is no dream for me
This is real, and it's not going anywhere
I run, run far from the source
Try to keep my composure
If nothing, it's what I'm known for
Holding up when all else falls
When all walls crumble
At least I'm better than their concrete barriers
I don't require any effort
And I'm not going to make any demands
I hide behind my own intentions
My own flaws are my protection
So nobody expects anything better anyway
I'm consistent, though
Perhaps that will eventually count for something.
Constancy...
I achieved it when my world could not.
16 years ago
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