I am drying up in the middle of this rainstorm
I am separated from this life
I am unhappily disconnected
People are burning
And Christmas came and went
Worlds fell apart
And New Year came and went
So I can’t quite cry
I needlessly wagered on tradition
She didn’t feel the same way
For twenty more minutes
I danced to music I hated
With people I didn’t know
And in my mind
I thought of sitting on the ledge
Where eagles hang in the hot air
And the silent, cool freedom
And I came home
To long to never speak again
I am captured
This is a kaleidoscope of Karisma
Collapsed plans
That soda water
And the cold floors
Only the forgetful were successful
What success have I forgotten?
Your own path is steeped in altitude
And in sickness
It once led from the cities to the hills
Then to mountains and on to the sky
Soon I will wade through the lakes
And from the water serpents
I will take a heavy kind of jewel
And become a little more than a small memory
So live in the knife-edge
Beautiful and quiet
And live for the wild.
