these days
run away
like wild horses
over the hills
i've been circling the drain while standing still
sharpen your steal
we have a lifetime to kill
assemble your armies there's always time to kill
you never cease to amaze me
with the way you change shapes
effortlessly twisting
shamelessly contorting
triumphantly courting tragedy
redefining futility
too busy breaking down
to be bothered with creation
too busy searching for signs
you missed every indication
too tired to sleep
so we trace patient constellations
from our backs in a field of tall grass
forget familiar trails
cut down a new path
no vision
no mission
complacent in black
these days run away
like wild horses over the hills
trembling fingers pull at the petals
of what if and if only
holding hands with abyss
to catch of glimpse of what she could show me