The warmth
Before I relixed I'd even fallen
Or tripped
Or stumbled
I looked around and in the rabbit hole is
Where I had meandered
So green
So blue
The clouds look so soft
Who is it that I can't let go of
Is it really little boy blue
It doesn't feel like it it feels more
Like I lost me
For a moment I bought time and
Bartered for my presensnce for a stoke of time I was ok I was attached by the small red thread
But then what I shifted I moved
I lost my footing I tried to make everyone happy the quiet is getting me
I feel so bombarded
Do this don't do that
Grab my hand he says
The silhouette calling for me the light behind them blocks their face
If I grab someone's hand I have to xcept
That this hand is my own
And I have to participate in the reality
That surrounds me
Am I ready to accept that
For this second I'll stop time and just appreciate the pauses
