These day�s occupations have noticeably
paused in me
anything is better than a wandering intention to find
roots beneath ideals
i am searching on a binge of desperation
to throw these worries off my back
and leave a crack in your expectancy
in your expectancy
look what you�ve made of me
you�ve made so much noise
that confusion has awaken in me
you have made me careless once again
and so again a buried hatred has risen
you have executed the innocent
would life for you continue if mine stopped
don�t use the past to comment on
the present because
tomorrow i�ll do better than you�ve ever seen and
i will ignore the lines that you have drawn
for along them i could never walk upon
my will lies dead
behind a door that�s rusted
that�s rusted shut
don�t blow the dust off of these old books
because i�ll choke again
and i can�t predict if the air will clear
in time to catch my breath.