My life gets put on hold
To sift out the mold
that settled on the bottom
I feel somehow like
I'm stuck
on the bottom.
Who are we?
Retrace our footsteps
And we're everything
that ever will be
Ever should
be seen
through the eyes
of the beholder
Carrying weight on
our shoulders
that doesn't exist
a temporary fix
for my heart
and I have become
illegitimate
And it concerns me
That your well-being
is not healthy for my
well-being.
It stirs the pot
all the waters
lie clear until
they stirrr the pot
all that mildew rises to the top
and then we can't
say who we are
because we can't see
when
we no longer believe.
