Halfway Home

The lazy way they turned your head

Into a rest stop for the dead

And did it all in gold and blue and grey

The efforts to allay your dread,

In spite of all you knew and said,

Were hard to see and harder still to say

A comfort plush all laced in lead

Was sent to quell your sentiment

And keep your trembling sentinel hand at bay

And when a sudden silhouette

Escaped the top-side of your bed

I knew you'd never ever be the same

Is it not me?

Am I not folded by your touch?

The words you spoke

I know too much

It's over now

And not enough

Is it not me?

The damage you hold inside your blush?

The load you towed

You showed it up

It's over now

And I'm insane

Wild spirits winds from out your chest

Collides with world and wilderness

It needs a gentle hand to call it home

Now surfs the sun and scales the moon

And winds the waistband of her womb

All eyes ablaze the day you break your mold

Is it not me?

Am I not culled into your clutch?

The words you spoke

I know too much

We're closer now

And said enough

Is it not me?

Am I not rolled into your crush?

The road you choose

Unloads control

See it take me so

Go on throw this stone

Into this halfway home