Calling Out

 

 

Calling out

I want the noise to hit some sort of resistance

Echo’s absorbed within someone’s ear

Sound becoming thoughts

Calling out

Filling the silence as if it were a gap

A cavern I might fall into

I just don’t want to be buried

Calling out

 

I long to be feverish

To be in full flush

A sweaty, dizzying high

Because I don’t dream

Sometimes I feel like I hardly even feel

I want to feel it all

All accept envy…

 

Calling out

I want the noise to hit some sort of resistance

Echo’s absorbed within someone’s ear

Sound becoming thoughts

Calling out

Filling the silence as if it were a gap

A cavern I might fall into

I just don’t want to be buried

Calling out

 

I bear witness to it all

I can tell you what we are made of.

I know what makes us tick.

All it means is I can ask the right questions

But I want more than just answers

 

Calling out

I want the noise to hit some sort of resistance

Echo’s absorbed within someone’s ear

Sound becoming thoughts

Calling out

Filling the silence as if it were a gap

A cavern I might fall into

I just don’t want to be buried

Calling out

 

I hold on to mementos too long

Clinging to times long past

Trinkets scattered across counter tops

Trailing from my head to my heart

I want to know why every moment has to feel like borrowed time.

Will I ever have something that’s all my own?

The End

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