Burning interest as if it's incense
Taking in the scent
Of someone else's cigarette
Water to the lungs
Words on the tips of our tongues
I've left but I'm still leaving
Got caught between the floor, the walls, and ceiling
Swore I saw the closing, the floating
The atoning final moments, I've seen the omens
The symbols and speech
How every “us” only ever meant “me”
Opposite my musings
Is a four letter word I call choosing
And I'm still reconstructing a plan
The first in a long line of last stands
Always fighting something back
Like there's something in that
For the moment it's a miracle
To be so unapologetically material
On the shoulders of giants
We are the weight that breaks the backs of better men
For the moment it's a prison cell
Make yourself comfortable and maybe even sleep a spell
We'll speak but we don't have to do it now
Shout out to my silhouettes
The shadows as our sustenance
Steady while the sun ascends
It's a slap across the face
Toward starting to consider another way
And getting better but it's still hard to concentrate
On days as days
Rather than a contest
Who best can cut their losses
For the moment it's a miracle
To be so unapologetically material
On the shoulders of giants
We are the weight that breaks the backs of better men
For the moment it's a prison cell
Make yourself comfortable and maybe even sleep a spell
We'll speak but we don't have to do it now
If there's dignity in indignation, then I'm a shining example of greatness
But if there's integrity in integration, then I'm a sad excuse for
A primate blessed with common sense
With empathy and with arrogance
I am swinging from the trees
I am crawling out of the sea