the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

The Gold In Dirty Lungs

There are too many steps beneath each foot,
Too much ground to gain
With too much dirt that stains your pants
From the mountain you tried to scale
Digging deep to make it faster,
But only found yourself in a mine.
The gold came at a price,
A shortness in breath from all that helps you die.
I can't even remember how this lie was supposed to go.
I always have to go, but I just want to slow down.
I knew the timeline couldn't hold up
The swimming day the quickly drowned.

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