Nine fifty nine
a time off my nine to five...
And here I am working on case
many findings many numbers in my face
I look around, I just hear me...
I just see me and I guess it's just you and me...
body and shadow
two of one same thing...
my eyes are on for a close...
breathing gets harder
like I'm inhaling from a long winding hose...
Many things in hand
succeed it all depends...
time on stress
trying to speed work to my finest...
but here I am yet clueless on what's deeper I'm finding...
or maybe I'm just trying to shield off in knowing
that I don't know...
A thousand and one ways to show
A million forms to prove..
what's sincere
what's faithful
but tomorrow brings a surety
speedy fires, requiring me mindful...
And for a moment I feel numbness
on what's to come and my other dumbness...
But should things come...
let it come...
And in the dailies
the cycle goes on..
'til my hopeful day comes
my hand in handful
and the fuzzies my everyday living tool...