It's cracked; smashed and bursting over you,
there was no reason to expect such disaster.
Now, panicking, you burst for air,
drowning, you know you care
for nothing and no-one but yourself
and would deny even this hand which stretches out
towards you to help.
But would I leave you in this moment
of your trial?
Is it my fault that I'm here to see you crying?
These fantom figures all around
you should have told you,
you should have found out by now,
if you hadn't gone and tried to do it all by yourself.
Even now we are not lost: if you look out
at the night
you'll see the colours and the lights seem to say
people are not far away, at least in distance,
and it's only our own dumb resistance
that's making us stay.
When the madness comes, let it flood on down
and over me sweetly,
let it drown the parts of me weak and blessed
and damned,
let it slake my life, let it take my soul
and living completely,
let it be who I am.
There may not be time for us all to run
in tandem together -
the horizon calls with its parallel lines.
It may not be right for you to have and hold
in one way forever
and yet you still have time,
you still have time