I cannot wait any longer,
Just one more second,
Could splint my heels.
I…we have walked years,
And talked about a form of hope-
So much that it caused a ringing in our ears-
We’d try to wash out with unwanted social soap.
In attempt to dissociate ourselves from our annoying reality,
We firmly placed ourselves in the life of others,
We would read their books and follow their press like a high school varsity team…
We would not truly benefit from it,
Not one bit it would seem,
Their corrupted heartbeat would become ours,
And their blood in our bloodstream,
We’d take their path through the darkened cave,
And never live a second of our own lives until we feel the cold embrace of our lonely graves.
We cannot wait any longer to mention,
The blatant stupidity in ignoring ourselves,
Wrapped up, wrapped up tight,
In their skies and dim daylight would cause the cold to creep-
Into the veins the frost would seep,
Eating away at warm meat we keep locked under our skin,
We know we are products of our failures and heralds of our sin,
But I really believe we can learn to wish again,
If we got impatient about what we wanted.