the wind sings

( howls )

and begs me to follow 

trees on the edge of grass 

copper and brass

a little path

ending in a break of shade 

The door to before 

waiting for my hand to open 

waiting for me to step back over old footprints 

If I could I would 

if that other world was real 

that life I never breathed in 

those shoes I never wore

I would fucking run down that other fork

But that isn't how this game is played 

I am strapped to this track

forever walking forward 

third eye looking back 

lips and fingertips 

stained red with remember berries 

Staring so hard at the forest 

that I ram straight into the trees

And I wouldn't take that life from her 

the other me 

maybe she’s fucked up too 

maybe she’s a queen 

it’s hers 

whatever she's made of it 

just as this one is mine 

I still have time