I wondered, when I was younger
If I would feel this way forever
Or if this world would finally settle into something solid
I want to be acknowledged
The fact that the walls were caving in somehow seemed a kind of comfort
I wanted to feel comfort
Isn’t time like an improvisation
Like money: sometimes moving
Meaningless except for how it moves things
Things feel stable as if they’ll continue to feel stable
I trust that that’s a good thing
Sometimes I need convincing
A memory: when I was twelve, or thirteen
I’d write songs close to midnight
And some of those would sound a bit like this one, even back then
I seem to be consistent
If rootless in this half-guarded impulse
I cannot find the walls
I trust that that’s a good thing
Sometimes I’ll need convincing
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