Defeated Lips

And then it was night
Black waves of depression
Rolling and crashing over you
Like a hail storm made of sharpened knives
Can you see the gaps between my fingers
It’s running and leaking through my hands
The time, this day, this week, this year
The thoughts and hopes and ends I fear
The job, the house, the kids and wife
The pain and struggle of being alive
Are we alive? are we there yet?
There is a difference
That’s always been there
Your and me between the gasping
And the breathing
Between the anxious
And the fulfilling
Are we fulfilling it?
Are we there yet?
So hold my breath
And I hold yours
Choke my words and cut my throat
When we light the torch and run
Do we ever consider
That we won’t find our way back?
As soon as the fire fades
We will have nothing left
To ignite this life again and bring the fire back
(the calm or the dead
An arm for a leg
The cold or the cancer
The stiff and the dancers)
The good or the bad
Never done wrong and never went back
Stayed at the place, where they once met
Home is home is home