Wind me down like bicycle gears,
Pull my weight to a speeding stop
And find out that the world still spins
Regardless of my motion.
Take me out of me and filter it through
A hue different than this black and blue
Expansion I've raised myself on all this
Time.

Branches shiver in the cold night of
Winter's summit. Find me out on a limb
Working to the beat of this chill I
Feel closing in on me quickly. Brutal
Instrument to feed the heart sick
Longing for a place to call home.
Travel anywhere in the world or do any
Deed worth mentioning but it won't
Suffice to fix the speed of this
Momentum. Salvation is within;
No exterior can wield such results.
Light inside, it screams at me to open
My eyes and pour it out from my fingers.
I'm trying! Stars collapsing unto
Themselves never felt this presence
Nor pressure to feed such feelings
As those of lost children coping with
A winding wood of never-ending
Paths that yield no way out.
The animals close in and we aren't
Ready to be slain by mediocrity or
The causally incomplete.