they said 'just let the words flow'
but damn, they don't know where they'll go
cause once you start to stream those thoughts
you realize the whirlwind that's got you caught
up in so many trivial things--matters of life unfold
stories of death, trauma, pain, and beauty are told
and these lines just keep getting longer and longer
just like those gashes under your sleeves: the horror
of this world will get you swept deep under
the current of a foreign concept such as the summer
of our souls: can you imagine? what this life would be
if it were only you and me, you and me, just here
just now, instead of trying to spit these rhymes
trying to define time, lose the undefined, but why
why do you cry? did you lose your precious lie?

let go, child.
let go,

i'm here.