Wristwise

Too many voices in the wilderness
I'm running just to keep the noise dense
Porous intention
More or less of foul retention
The spirit pinned beneath the will of thoughts to go on

Have I become part of a question that we are no longer asking?
Tell me what it's like to believe in yourself
I can't
And it bothers me

Did I deserve this?
Would I know why?
'Cause I don't think I can make it this time

I've been where you are
I've seen what you sought
Reaching to your fault
And going too far
Float on the lakefront
Lost to yourself
As you drift away under the archway
I've been where you are, and seen what you sought
One last attempt to call out to your own
The last of all

The last of meek and calm airlifts
And dreams become a figment of themselves
The last of all

Broken fingers graze weathered soles (Bent lulls)
What's left of care is on the back end.
Hellacious cold makes it so I can't come back
This is what rest is for me

Can you tell me what it's like
When you can't, but override your low?
Can you tell me what it's like
When you can't, but override your low?
Your doubt?
Your fault?

I've been where you are
I've seen what you sought
Reaching to your fault
And going too far
Float on the lakefront
Lost with yourself
As you drift away under the archway
I've been where you are and seen what you sought
One last attempt to call out to your own
The last of all