NAKED AND COLD

The Fall

A HASTENED STREAM

I KEEP TELLING MYSELF
ITS JUST A SMILE
AND FIRST IMPRESSIONS LAST
WHERE AM I NOW
WHO AM I TO BE

I KEEP TELLING MYSELF
THEY ARE JUST EYES
THAT CANNOT HOLD ME FAST
YET I AM STILL
GLIDING ON THIS BREEZE

I KNOW I SHOULD NOT STIR
FROM STILLNESS TO DRIFTWOOD
A HEAD DETERS
THIS HEART SHOULD
BUT DOES NOT FOLLOW

TAKE CARE OF MY EVENING SUN
WHILE ALL ELSE DESERTS
AN OPEN HEART
LIES HERE RESTLESS
ON A HASTENED STREAM