Fast Lanes

Is my soul

Just clay from this earth


To birth and die

In the valley

Between these two

Mountains of doubt

Feels like I’m dying

You know I can’t get there on my own

What have I ever really known ….


Hollowed out

These fast lanes

These changes

These seasons of winter

These years


Don’t bring me down


Don’t bring me down


Don’t bring me down—


Talk to me in tongues

Speak to my soul

Bring me back


It starts in her eyes

She heals me

Just by sharing the room


All of these years —–

All of these miles—-

All of these—-

Stars in my throat

Layers of doubt

Don’t say a word

You already know

You already know

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