Texty
The great sigh of relief
So grand could easily
Be eyed as a cold and callous blow
A great time to just retreat
Reflect and seem discreet
But time will call and collect its toll
The needle on the thread
Rolled in and woven
Replace the icy patches
Manufacture nostalgic glances
Unto this path we return
Without a fire we burn
These arms were shelter
What is real when we're revising
Let the dark parts
Roll up into denial
Out of sight then out of mind
This lie
As for me I choose to lead with
Things that strengthened
Peeled the leaches
From the timeline
(Pry up the floorboards)
Feed neediness
(Taking the long road)
(Star scribe rewriting)
Point the finger
(Holding it up to light)
Please release these ties
Written by: Jeffrey Maynard