Busy and bleeding, bleeding and busy.
Acing this, neglecting that.
Not wanting anyone but you
they are trying to become real, advance in a way that supersedes my sensibilities
Walking on all of the cracks and none of the mass
Nothing to do with grit
Everything to do with timing.
2 pairs of eyes bore into 2 pair of eyes
not more or less.
Just you, just you
Won't let them in, not even for a second
they are bound for other rocky stints I want no part of.
Uphill will keep them at bay
softer and easier will keep them.
I m waving at you always.
