when getting stoned can soothe your bones
and words can really hurt you
fragility and awkwardness
are shields for my virtue
and while i read the runes all wrong
i know i dare not use them
inaction keeps me gentle
as i slowly start to lose them.
you and i my love will never
go beyond the smile
and the endless conversation
underneath the rolling while
i am here for a few days more
and then i fly away
and i cannot take you with me
and you cannot make me stay.
our roots have grown entangled now
we're trapped in different towns
our circumstances mirroring
the distant ups and downs
and all the hell and high high water
i'd have moved for you
are waiting for me back across
the sea i cut in two.
Voices In My Head by Wayne Myers