turn the lights

long and dry
most nights
miss sleeping in the grass so the sand works for now
im just a stranger
maybe a face youll see no longer
but we all look for that golden shore
so we keep movement
as something to move towards
one day it will be all new
just words creating another gap in the balance
seems to be always one sided
no matter the burden I have dropped
sure as the y in tomorrow
ill pick up another to carry.

so we are now used to seeing things get habitual
like
a heart beat.
the burns are hard to avoid
especially when you light fires everywehere you go
a pocket full of half smoked cigarettes and
a lot of forgotten thoughts ashed out.
right now its pain and desires
but
work is no an anchor as it seems the only thing i can hold
as fucked up as it is.

so i shift between
my hands,
my heart,
my head.
cant please them all.