Working With Levers

Take me home,
When I'm alone,
Give me certainty,
Not shiny stones.

I've been working,
48 hours today,
Not a-sleeping,
Under the highway.

I lost track in the wilderness and see a darkness,
That warmed me inside,
I couldn't care what was time.

Maybe it's time we get a long,
If I don't come back,
Doesn't mean there's something wrong.

When every plane flies away,
I see your face.

When every streetlights fade,
I feel your gaze.

I don't understand,
How a beast is a man,
But you gave me,
Back my heart.

I believe,
In the secret glow imbued,
In the stories,
Of things I just assume.

But there's faith in what you want to see,
But there's none in this sephia city.

Holding hands in the dark of esplanades,
The trees might've sang a lovely phrase,
Counting ripples,
And dancing through the haze.

Tell me why do I feel like you're letting me go.
Is this black bear too much for your depose,
In the cold white of winter,
The dark sky will find you.

Time is a giraffe,
In the sea,
You can't find the head,
If you don't climb up and see.

Don't touch me,
I'm a plastic poly grade,
A collection,
Adorn inside a case.

Endless pavement or an island of a shade?

And I chose you.