Keeping Up - Jesse Marchant
Stick around please
Wait out through the fall
I'm not right in the howling wind
An end tide around me
Has stayed in
The dream has not paid
I fall out of it falling weight
The faded ideals are gathering
In a walkabout tale
In a digging into dirt
I failed and returned
Flying through a fog
Peering through the cracks
For the moon
Or the fire of the sun
In reaching I've become a figurine
A calm around me
Stray ashes that fall
In low light through the backwoods
And fatal ideas that gather
In the corners while I wait
For the limited return of feeling
It ain't worth the hold out for it
Once you feel like you've become unreal
And collide which is what
I've strayed out through the fog
But I can't feel the sun or the wind
So come out with it once
In a straight action
Crawl through my window
With your heart tied to a stick
Come out with it once
I'm afraid I can't afford to wait
