Drawstring

Sitting across from you Your hand falls to the side When you hear the suggestion You're running from the light It's the pull of the drawstring That comes as a surprise When you're so close to heaven I'll help you take the dive I might fall I might break down No one Can outstound you there How many thoughts How many wishes going drive When you loosen your grip And all your demons got by With a head full of steam And a singleness of mind You'll get into the beach Make a motion in time What is What is not What is What is not Fading falling