Have you ever dreamt that you fall down a flight of steps? Well, maybe that's what this poem is about, maybe it's not.
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There is a darkness closing in tonight
the air is tight and parched around the walls
the rain has been and gone and left a mist
this mist remains, and freezes where it falls
I am alone and now the window sticks
the air that is outside cannot invade
this room is burning up with heavy thoughts
the lightest are the ones that will not fade
Like, will I ever really let you go?
or, is this really something i should fear?
In all the times I drove us down that road
I can't believe I always let you steer.
Til thoughts die out. And windows open up
the cold air rushes in along the wall.
I'll come to terms with what I really want.
I'll try to run towards you, but I'll fall.
