everyday’s a ticking sun
everyday I’m setting time bombs
still i’ll try to make me some-
thing more that what i’ll become
i heard a moon bird calling
i’m on the run from crawling
and at the must i’m clawing
like letting go means falling
another page of dead end rhymes
another cage of song entwines
as i keep on wringing lines
from what is and isn’t sublime
i heard a moon bird calling
i’m on the run from crawling
and at the must i’m clawing
like letting go means falling
might be time to wind this down
might be time for one more round
if i can i’ll bleed out loud
if...