Still alive
Counted your fingers and toes and I
Made you close your eyes
It's nothing that you should remember
These are not the good old times,
But in rhythm and meter there's
Still some comfort to find
In a culture of sleeping deep
Comatose
Kindness is gone
It's a blanket of lies and we keep forgetting
We're still alive
We might not be this time next winter but
These days I'm no good for guessing
Keeping my head down I don't even
Gamble that the sun will rise
But in meter and rhythm
I'm hoping, but it's not a comfort
When I can't even raise my voice loud to survive
It's comatose
Lost at times and fighting my way from a flounder
Like breathing down deep under water
Helpless, but still fully conscious
Waiting for a change in tide
A new conversation
My mind practice self seperation
A gamble I've taken one too many times
It's comatose
Kindness is gone
It's a blanket of lies
And we keep forgetting