To every soul whom I have hurt, forget it
I’m learning to take myself less seriously
If the joker returns for his dues, I will plead
My hands are empty still, I didn’t win
I didn’t win, but I called, I did call
My heads or tails didn’t drop, the coin didn’t fall
It shot up to the sky, the moon has still not rolled
I am traipsing down the ramp, but I’m still not sold
It’s so heavy the body I bear with it’s wounds and blues
The curse of love is that we are all free to choose
I can’t blame the coin for not rolling to my sweet will
It just danced it’s way to the moon and learned to be still
And she sold my freedom back and I paid her nil
If we lose our saved nothings, the pain do kill
Deliver me oh Lord to your shopping malls
I was running through the morn, now I’m learning to crawl
I am crawling and I promise I will learn to be still
Displaying the nothing between my limbs, I won’t blink
If you like the clinging clothes, please buy me too
I need to pay my rent and my devil’s dues.
Image Courtesy: The Crawl by Christopher Jordan Barrish
