Waiting | Writing (For...) Video (MV)

In the fall I wrote your unbecoming tale
I'll wait for dawns strike first, unrelenting rise
Steeped in stones blessed still, fell down stream
Push and pull bended sails winds that change tides

Taking time to place one step in exactly the right place
One foot in front of another and never backward
Indiscretion is not something I can count on
The full weight of this venture is a tightly packed barrel of gunpowder
I think you hold the match
I could be your color blue for canvas or sky

Like money changing hands or the shadow of your mirror
Like the cracks in you wall
Like stiff necks
Like stripped screws
Like tangled wires
Like paper waste
Like
Like books on the shelf
Like rotten teeth
Like decaying dreams
Like forgotten friends or the hair on your head
Like something lost down the drain
Like plastic like plastic like plastic
Like life after

Dirty upon reflection
Chipped and faded
Tense and stretched
Finite and unfixable
Tied and tedious
Fed to flames
Empty Headed
Dusty and yellowing
Cracking and bleeding while waking from sleeping
Yearning yet content. receding and thinning
Flooding
Reusable
Fragile