Life comes to a crawl when your hands lock at their hilt and your voice is still the same
And yesterday I could hardly conceive a life in my early twenties
Resting here in a draught, still clutching to the nothing that I’ve built
Inside, outside
I’m still the same as I ever was, still as young as I ever was
All of my life is held in one day
Seasons and hands with no pull close once again
I’m falling apart while standing still
Falling apart while standing still
I’ll cover myself with ash and soil to sleep
Temper dark mornings with faded steps that I keep
And shrug off the feelings that urge me to leave
This place
I’m robbed of progress raising my voice to speak
The future will storm, rain its taunts down at me
A year to rebuild sings its hopes dauntingly
I’m green again
I’m very scared for me
Beholden to stasis, I can only blame me, maybe one day I can get better
Adjust to my scope and all that it contains
Beholden to stasis, I can only blame me, maybe one day I can get better
Uncover the root and hold what it means
Beholden to stasis, I can only blame me, maybe one day I can get better
I’ll dig out my body as life floods over me