It took a while to get here
I’ve been chased
wolf eyes and business cards
good sense and shrewd hearts
but they’ve never had to run
no, they’re not as fast as me
when they wear themselves out
reclined in nebulous chairs
telling us life’s not fair
and stamp it on our hands
on my way I’ve seen excavators out in the quicksand
dredging calls for help shot skyward
ditches just fill back up
when left under sun and time
I got out in time, but I’ve seen some fall
inquisitive wanderers ask me why my hands are so white
I’m not ashamed to say I can’t let you go
although they tell me I have to
among the cracks left by winter
you see their prideful smile
stretching out to devour stars
nothing is their own and no one owns them
I can see it in their eyes
they didn’t mean to be so brave
the only end to this road
the gathering of those
with strings grown in to sew them together
unwinding threads of bountiful mistakes
that’s the only way you can end up here
tonight we depart and forget this place
until we ruin ourselves again
