In My Palms, I Have It Back

I’m back in the place

Where I can lose my train of thought

Sink and let them flow to me

Like a crystal disguise I’m able to see clear

There’s no change needed

Paused in the ugly thoughts creeping up

All the nights I can’t keep up

Winning to lose and changing my grace

To grimace with a porous lie 

I can no longer _______________

All these days I sit and here and talk

It’s not enough to reconnect

From my 10-year long year _____

Vague it's desperate

For empty guns

You focus my intentions and provoke 

The good thoughts that I shove back to 

Choke longer on the odds you stacked against yourself

In a time without sound 

I play like an artist forging a dancer

Without any answers

I’m writing to keep myself moving 

And that’s all that this is about

Nothing more