Grief

It seems my dreams

Are floating up and drifting out to space

The grief beneath

This shiny surface makes me change my ways

I'll leave into your arms

It's sweet

The need

Reflections of the man I used to be

I'll try and find

The pieces of my own mortality

I'll leave into your arms

I'll grieve but do no harm

I'll leave into your arms

I'll grieve but do no harm