Untitled #5
By
Nathan Caleb Camerer
You weren't listening close enough when he whispered that to
your heart
Too distracted with white noise from the rest of the world
The worker bees are buzzing and you are falling in line
The Grand Canyon grows between you
Artificial turf and blacktop that creates heat waves
Too far to jump and your silk wings are wilted
If only you could have heard his heart murmur
The view would be from the top instead of the back
But the top is too sharp and the back is getting crowded
Can you make it around the Deadman's Curve?
Drive or fly or ride
How strong are you?
Maybe a new set of hearing aids shaped like pacemakers
Maybe a new set of eyes shaped like stars
Decisions, decisions and the clock is ticking like a time bomb
Stretch, reach, dive for it
Before the oasis completely disappears
Too distracted with white noise from the rest of the world
The worker bees are buzzing and you are falling in line
The Grand Canyon grows between you
Artificial turf and blacktop that creates heat waves
Too far to jump and your silk wings are wilted
If only you could have heard his heart murmur
The view would be from the top instead of the back
But the top is too sharp and the back is getting crowded
Can you make it around the Deadman's Curve?
Drive or fly or ride
How strong are you?
Maybe a new set of hearing aids shaped like pacemakers
Maybe a new set of eyes shaped like stars
Decisions, decisions and the clock is ticking like a time bomb
Stretch, reach, dive for it
Before the oasis completely disappears
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