I Have A Mind That Keeps Me Awake At Night
Swim Guppy Swim...... Your breath is remnant of the first bit of air ever to blow through my flute
But I stopped playing wind instruments after I watched the breeze make a guppy out of a man.
Tumbles weed death, car crash and a broken helmet.
They say he gasped for life-
While dancing to the music of rustling leaves
Dangling from Gods fishing line.
The last time I found myself in the middle of a lake
The water was so still..
I could feel the fish hiding.
Something’s turn hobbies into painful reminders or a lover’s breath into a story of death melted to the inside of my thigh...
But I stopped playing wind instruments after I watched the breeze make a guppy out of a man.
Tumbles weed death, car crash and a broken helmet.
They say he gasped for life-
While dancing to the music of rustling leaves
Dangling from Gods fishing line.
The last time I found myself in the middle of a lake
The water was so still..
I could feel the fish hiding.
Something’s turn hobbies into painful reminders or a lover’s breath into a story of death melted to the inside of my thigh...
