Spare Me
I harness power, at whose expense? Going here, there, I will rest my bones. We sing of Weeping willows, and we live weeping tears Uncertain of our future path, yet why not seizing it? I wonder if we delight in just imagining something greater Out there to make us feel Better about the present Truly the way My mind is Overrun, like streams flowing Together before streets were Paved and all just Ran in the street Floating beds floating heads come through me Consume me Breathe me for this is What is now Torch and burn But this is now Some want it darker, but not everyone. The flame will extinguish regardless But we don’t need to fuel the flame To hasten its death. A million candles burn to memorialize My shame, hineni hineni I’m not ready, my lord I have much work to do, please. Spare me on this go around, And I’ll come with peacefully next time. I’ll walk hand in hand, we Can whistle if you’d like. You’ve giv...