Find me changing, go away Find me breaking, go away
(Words discoloring meaning. Words that don't die that easily)
Egrets, meaking, whisper, leave all behind
(Mere sounds breathed in, needless, scorn, though precise)
There goes your world.
Different shapes could have matched,
But I killed my muse with bare hands
Leaving white noise behind.
There goes your world: One broken jar poring hope on the floor.
Another step: You cut the glass with the scent of your blood.
There's still coke on your table
And mud on my shoes.
Because dreamers can't stand still
While cowards don't fight wars.
My world and yours.