forward
I wake up one day feeling like I should go. I don't know why. I mean, I think I know. And anything I'd leave behind Could be used against me, so it needs to burn. The persistent itch at the back of my mind Propels my feet forward, and at every turn I see fewer reasons for me to stay.
As I get on some bus, I think of the way He brought it up at the edge of that park. How the whole time we could swear it was going to rain. Our shadows wolves, standing there, in the dark And the way this truth without a name Would hang over us like an empty threat, Meeting us de-clawed, de-fanged, and yet Still not enough to reach some unknown goal.
I wake up one day a prophet sensing a fall. The awareness of it stings, needle-sharp. Everywhere I look, I see its signs and traces, So I do what I must and I scream it out, To the growing terror on all my friends' faces, But in the end, nothing happens. There comes no storm. Is this what I will be remembered for?
At some point the bus hits a bump in the road. The sound makes me jump, makes my head feel light, And the warning stickers all over the inside Haven't felt this yellow in my life. I say my last goodbyes to my town's bright-colored fizz And I go forward, forward, forward, Whichever way that is.