LINES ON A TRAIL
By default
As we get built
We get lost
In fake blood
And surprise endings
Because our night, it itches
Though we can never call it our own
Because when the lights go off
That’s when the body, it -
It stops
We’re stuck, we’re stuck here
Stuck in a movement
We’re stuck, we’re stuck here
Stuck in this moment
Like lines on a trail
Beating hearts in ragged forms
Wobbly skeletons in crowded closets
As motions become fractured blurs
And we cling to your hands
Too afraid to let go
We’re stuck, we’re stuck here
Stuck in a movement
We’re stuck, we’re stuck here
Stuck in this moment
Like lines on a trail
You surely love what you’ve begotten
But how can you love what we’ve become?
We are ill-defined
Though we move, we move just fine
We are the clay, the putty in your hands
Barely making a dent, never flashing a sign
And we cling to your hands
Too afraid to let go
How we cling to your hands
Too afraid to let go
We’re stuck, we’re stuck here
Stuck in a movement
We’re stuck, we’re stuck here
Stuck in this moment
Like lines on a trail
