To & fro
we go
backward
tiptoeing
into so-so
know-it-all
nothing
befell
everyone
a heavy boulder crisis
in spite of
a life of
comparative degeneration
where to go
when feel low
oh so
dead skin hardened
ready to be picked
& flicked away
listening to
a loud & deafening
lifeline
you can hear it in your chest
feel it overcome
feel it overwhelm
and I can hear
a piercing silence
as the beat is
ripped away
from the drum
nothing left but
suck thumb
head in sand
& struck dumb
it is so lonesome
to be alive
& not laugh
it is so wholesome
to be alive &
not care
listen to the loud
& deafening
lifeline
you can hear it
in your pulse
feel it overcome
feel it overwhelm
