Coming Up For Air

Skipping record stutters tunes we've heard and refuse to listen to, bristle to, and grow weary as the familiar refrain remains Invading the peaceful quiet life afforted once briefly, but ever fleeting, as the noise grows...and grows Feeding off complacency... torments the only place for me that my mind couldn't shred my insides Is there refuge in the righteous right way I write about? Is there a sliver of straight forward in a world turned inside out? I can't see the light yet know it's blinding when I find it... These sound like fairytales to me, a far off land I've never seen ....a distant hope I pray could be a slow, yet sudden, reality I'll breathe more air to swell these lungs, so they may push my heart to beating. I'll listen to all the words I've shunned, so they might set my eyes to seeing. if the risk I take opening up, is being cut... then I'll pride myself in bleeding...