Known by the unknown,
On loan to be owned,
How much living
Before I am giving?
I pass the years spinning.
Sick and unsure
Of the cause
And the cure.
Silence calling,
I lean back,
Forward falling
I’m still on track.
In between being and seeing,
I am my skin
Holding it all in.
Health or wealth,
Comfort or the self,
Alone or with help?
Appearing less,
Pureless and peerless,
Is it helpless to hope less?
What's my worth
In the dirt,
When I am
Safe keeping
A secret meaning?
I Lift myself up
For a better view,
Past my old life
On to something new.
