How soon is too late?

Still water, tentacles beneath

Harmless ‘til they drag you under

Then they’ll say you were warned

Plenty of time

Then none

And all these grasping men

Will say they’re with the fight for freedom

But they’ll take everything for themselves

Empty hearts, empty meanings

If you look away for a moment

It’s all over

Not like you have a choice

Struggle to survive, not enough eyes

It takes another death

The unforeseen, pure driven soul

Let’s all blame the trees for burning

The earth for needing breath

You long to rest

You can’t

We’re all on our own

And we’ve lost so many things and I’m frightened

To live and die without connection

Bones in an empty field, bones inside a mind

You finally found a friend

To bear your heart to

And you’re finally on the mend

Gone these many years

Many years, oh

Echoes down the stairs

Meant little at the time

But now something alive

No longer breathes

I wish I didn’t care

I wish I was immune

A shelter made of bone

No longer there

And if you listen closely

You can still hear us there

Close your eyes

You’ll see us fade

A ghostly imprint

On your vision

And laughter

As of shades

Echoes down the years

Can call to you through time

A melancholy spectre

This nostalgia

They tell me I’m alive

Surprised to find it’s true

Alive and what is more

Glad to be so