i moved
[04 July, 2005 typed at 3:37 p.m.]

york
twelve levels up
the rain is falling hard
as would i, if i slipped
my five seconds of free fall
landing in the damp
having the wetness the last thing on my face
but feeling dry
feeling hurt
feeling numb (if im lucky)
still not feeling worse then you

i want to be a conductor today, and stand on the hill
to see how long it takes
that one strike that can take it all away
but im a coward
that's too easy
face the world
face the world
face the ever criticizing, ever judgemental, ever ready, ever fucked up world
maybe you'll be king one day

away + towards