maybe when God made the world He left the moon unfinished
and that is why there is a dark side
that we are always reminded of, reflected in ourselves
if you panic, you'll lose it.
a day at a time.
you don't owe anyone anything
this is your world and you decide
where you've been is who you are
it's true we make or break ourselves
we don't have to be pretty if we're strong
this is who you are.
i pull my knees up to my chest
make myself small as dust
that's what i am
nameless, i drift
and i don't need anyone to tell me who i am
the eyes of the people follow me around the room
and i cannot hide in the light
you wanted something i couldn't give
but i suppose i provided solace for a while
i knew you couldn't be grounded for long -
not like that, not by me -
and sure enough, after a time
you flew free.
she knows something is wrong.
"be kind to yourself," she says
but i want to work until i'm lost in it
the way i'm lost in this.