Look at the earth
The sun
The moon
Are they lovers?
Or
Are they simply
Fighting for
Their place in the sky?

I try to save myself
But myself keeps
We try to save ourselves
But
We push
We pull
We pick
We bleed
And we believe
Good things
Will always come
Come
Come
Come

I am trying
To see
I am trying

Look over your head
underneath
Your hand
What is it that
You want from ….

Is this all
That’s left to be…
Is this all that’s
Changing me.