and i just could
walk away from
all of this love
and run with the ones
who wish on sky scrapper spires
and i could just cover my head
in this safe cold dark room
and i, could just lie to you
and tell all of you that i don't know
that i haven't felt the death
that these tears are just empty gestures
but honestly i don't know
how to hold my head up sraight
my curved posture
from weak spined, slumped over notebooks
and i can't wake from this autumn coma.
