good morning, all supposedly so

the path to eternity
read it or weep
for people caught backward
they’re wolves or they’re sheep
a candlestick burns
through the night as you sleep
and as fires engulf you
you dance across floors, creaking

oh where are you now
bold son of the hours
spent sneaking around
and down with the shadows
playing like flames across streets

oh where are you now
as the darkness retreats
into dawns
when the sun rolls up over the hills
and sleet pounds upon
roofs made of sheet metal

what are you thinking
where will you go
how are you feeling
praying for snow
as the heat grabs you
and stabbing like knives made of steel
hearing the wolves calling
and making it feel so real
when you’re only what’s not
a reality seeping into daydreams
surreal visions across your eyes
already wet with your crying
for tides slipping down past your ankles
and waiting to go anywhere
with nothing in your pockets but pennies

you’ve fires to start
climb the roof and be free

that’s how it was for me
and that’s how it will remain
on a ship bound for no seas
shrinking away

that’s how it was for me

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