In the dusk of day
After the prayers
I felt the sweat on my back
It all felt like a painting
Impressionistic poems
Gray skies
The letters I could send
She'd never read again
At 6:05
I felt alive
I'm left alone again to the tune of heart beats
I'd amputate this brain and dissect it too
The smell of air conditioned conversations
I'd run away from shelter and brush my head through the bush wick
I feel alive every day
That's what I tell myself
This day today
This day today
This day today
This day today
This day today
This day today
This day today
This day today
I feel alive
I feel alive
I feel alive
I feel alive
I feel alive