Restoration
I find myself early for Fridays
The best I'll get is waking sideways
Taste the way, desperate for content
Feeling like a traveller, but never coming home again
My hips are breaking freely
This movement doesn't need me
One minute I'm crying on the in-breath
The moment goes and I find I couldn't care less
Laid out pieces are easy to clean
Maybe it's better if I don't get what I need
If I'm honest
The change is killing me
Set to fall like leaves
Four to let go, one to keep
If it's hopeless
I might as well be free
Clean the locks and keys
Put together almost properly
I bought a book on travelling lightly
A totem I can clutch too tightly
Looks good to be turning pages
I feel it going in, but nothing ever changes
And this year's monk still foolish
Tripping over joy to get through this
There's no good when I'm numb to bad
The pen stops cold, yeah there might be something in that
Dancing fingers in no team
Are pushing screws around, can't pick up what they mean
If I'm honest
The change is killing me
Set to fall like leaves
Four to let go, one to keep
If it's hopeless
I might as well be free
Clean the locks and keys
Put together almost properly
I'm scraping paint in layers
Jealous of what's inside
Of everything
I am my own creator
With just enough time
Remembering
And if I'm honest
This change is killing me
Set to fall like leaves
Four to let go, one to keep
And if it's hopeless
I might as well be free
Clean the locks and keys
Put together almost properly
The best I'll get is waking sideways
Taste the way, desperate for content
Feeling like a traveller, but never coming home again
My hips are breaking freely
This movement doesn't need me
One minute I'm crying on the in-breath
The moment goes and I find I couldn't care less
Laid out pieces are easy to clean
Maybe it's better if I don't get what I need
If I'm honest
The change is killing me
Set to fall like leaves
Four to let go, one to keep
If it's hopeless
I might as well be free
Clean the locks and keys
Put together almost properly
I bought a book on travelling lightly
A totem I can clutch too tightly
Looks good to be turning pages
I feel it going in, but nothing ever changes
And this year's monk still foolish
Tripping over joy to get through this
There's no good when I'm numb to bad
The pen stops cold, yeah there might be something in that
Dancing fingers in no team
Are pushing screws around, can't pick up what they mean
If I'm honest
The change is killing me
Set to fall like leaves
Four to let go, one to keep
If it's hopeless
I might as well be free
Clean the locks and keys
Put together almost properly
I'm scraping paint in layers
Jealous of what's inside
Of everything
I am my own creator
With just enough time
Remembering
And if I'm honest
This change is killing me
Set to fall like leaves
Four to let go, one to keep
And if it's hopeless
I might as well be free
Clean the locks and keys
Put together almost properly
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Writer(s): Benjamin Stuart Brewer
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