Fuss

When you're flying low

And your head's in tow

And you don't know how you'll stand up

My slender love

Won't be enough

To lift you out of that muck

You're so trusting

With your head, with your heart

Well don't trust me

There's no room in my yard;

Someone took a ton of salt

And covered it from wall to wall

I'm just hungry

For a trip or a hunt

And you're hungry

For a room with a hearth

I can't leave my orbit now

Weightless @ the speed of sound

I used to bend

To any shape

Now i've grown brittle, any weight could do me in

If i could swim

Just drift around

Then i might soften up again

I'm impatient

Caught a glimpse at a shape

It's time wasted

In a haze, in a state

Traveling by floating rope

I stopped counting coordinates long ago

What will i fuss about now