The trials of human to human
Are clash, burn, rash, big.
Distant, close, want, soothe.
Ache, stop, go, stay.
Human to human. We are fucked up
On connection. How does it work?
How can it happen? How did it go?
Comes and goes like the tossing wind.

Nearing a time I ought collapse
Under the weight of someone else's
Ideals, I stumble forward resolute;
It's not my time to shake my heart dry
Of anything that hurt it.
It can take much more than I ever
Knew it could before. Toss it into
This distressed sea of connections,
Let it fall by the countless tumble
Of wave after blue green wave
Until it becomes as the tide,
Easy come, easy go.
Like a simple chord on a piano,
I'll wither easy into night,
Unafraid for my future, for once.