We woke up with worlds upon our heads. Tried our best to make them all fit but none of it was making any sense. We were given vows to calm us down. Said they pulled them out of G-d’s mouth. So there should be no room for any doubt, but I know I still feel it. So be it.
I lost the sea last night, none of the shore’s in sight. All of the stars still hang in sequences but I don’t know this sky.
It’s so hard with panic in your bones, to know an anchor from a millstone or to tell a siren from a holy ghost.
Floating there above the emptiness we faced the void and made a promise that we would never be afraid again but I know I still feel it. So be it.
I lost the sea last night, none of the shore’s in sight. All of the stars still hang in sequences but I don’t know this sky.
I can’t tell the difference between my curses and my prayers. When all I can say is- well so be it, so be it.
All of the stars still hang in sequences but I don’t know this sky.
When the tides you thought would lead you home leave you in a world you don’t know, hope can be a heavy thing to hold, but I know I still feel it. So be it.
