What's the point of trying
(To come up short)
What's the point of crying
(Still no support)
What's the point of building
(It falls apart)
What's the point of lying
I won't get into that place again
How to paint a picture with words
And not a pen and not an accident
I feel relaxed again
Try
To put yourself
In my shoes and socks again
Replace my dull impermanence
What goes on in
Your mind
Behind
Locked
Doors
Elegantly talking to the wall isolated sound no one's home
Consequently listen to the sound of a spinning disc all alone
Don't forget me or subtle things that began the spark into sight
Bury me in deep into the woods no goodbyes no more light
Try
To put yourself
In my shoes and socks again
Replace my dull impermanence