What comforts my innermost self
Working my way around
Talking quietly or just with eyes
And it’s really all about me about me about
The shattered tiles and chipped grout
And moths navigate similar to
Electric pulses through my brain
Limbs of a body, miles
Am I the thread fraying
Weathered in the elements
Sleeping under a magnolia tree
An all-way stop with no cars
And is it really all about me about me
