It’s you coming It’s you breathing It’s the way you choked your feelings Oh deep down, those unweighed crowns Tied to your side by threads unwound It’s you stating It’s you negating It’s the way you brace for falling No further fend for your palisading I’ve seen you wet and I’ve seen you float Can’t keep yourself from wading out It’s the full ride It’s the sunrise It’s your landscape, it’s too narrow Those bristles skewed way too anamorphic It’s your fantasies It’s your symphonies It’s the luster you lack on your plateau Can’t say you didn’t try though