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