Day Two

Day Two

Can you make yourself easier to miss?

The thoughts of you being away ten or a thousand miles

Although absent in an approximate distance of

Not in my proximity still feels farther

Knowing I could not run out my door

And find you in a mad dash like a cowboy on the call

Rounding and roping them all

The fires out here of all the things I can not tell you

Trying not to pressure

Trying to be sustained, satiated in the breach

Of there in here in day two I am already impaired

On the divide between waiting and wanting

And all of the stunting of where we will be

I just do not want to fathom that this pathway is wrong

How can it be, when I am on fire?

Burning in all this want like a parade on trucks

Rolling down Canal called out with the barricades

Set up broadcasting loud speaker system in flames

Shooting out in shouts of the definitive

Despite these what ifs disregarded to the margins

Running with scissors and the sum

Old spoiled days have born fruit up from the roots

To make this man who can

Recognize the star of his soul, burning in the role

Of a celestial body falling in the sky

Hoping to grab hold before she passes by

These ghosts that know the name

Of these days, these days that stake a claim

To not be forgotten, to not be passed up

And slipped underneath a paper clip

In a file to be stored away

No, take them out and be that man

Be the man who can, call up into the sky

Pull down a star and ride, right up into the clouds

Fall down and roll around and burn alive

Burn alive in the feeling of now and how

These days are a thousand miles off the ground

I am alive, alive