it's better this way

she is becoming
worse than what the hunter
sings about.

and still she wonders
why you never speak.

rubber and air
tumble down
concrete, grass
dirt.
a field would be
beautiful
but they don't mix.

the overpass
if it were to
crumble at any minute
send you jetting to the ground
you would throw your arms out
and pretend to fly.

it seems what you most love
is calling you to
face what you fear most.
the darkness swallows you,
while the screen shows you
the way.
a niche,
bright lights and
dark waters.
the gears and spokes
the metal tubes, crisscross
like a wicker basket,
they sing a song like cicadas
a hum, a whisper
until your body is free of
breath.
it's a time to think
time to celebrate silence
to appreciate beauty in
simplicity
in nature, in electricity
in life.

time is passing
and reality is catching up.
realizations confirmed
unfortunate, but understandable
and reacquainted with the past.

forever stuck
901.34 miles away
a lifetime, and in reality
15 hours.
if this were the case
you wouldn't hesitate you take your peace
your hum, your freedom
and haul it all the way down
for everything you were made for
what you consider your life.

if this were the case
you wouldn't hesitate.