Idiosyncrasies

I am a bird afraid of heights, I am afraid of everything

And for the first time in my life, I can't be alone

Through seasons you learn to weather

Small pewter statues as reminders

Of who we should have been

Cold and stoic we will stand

To face our trials and fail

Oh the pain of constantly wishing to be someone, anyone else

You were lost at sea, but a stones throw away and the shore told me not to remember

I've cut my sails

I am here, you are here, there is a haunting here

What would it take

To forget about this

Don't ask if you can't accept, narrow or broad, just don't ask

I could never accuse you of this fantastic pursuit

Through fields and woods

We must tread softly

My breath, my flesh, my unicorn

Always slipping through my fingers

I'll accept this chase

As the closest this tired body

Will ever get to what it is that people get to

Take your pictures, take your pictures, plant your seeds

But you will never explain a color in words

I let happen what would and lost my catch that moment

Had to stay out of sight, I've cut my ties