Issac

eyes are a pond
and we’re swimming inside
coming up for air but only when we have to breathe

birds might fly free but they
curl up and cry
when they watch their lovers die

our trains of thought
crash
Collide Collide alongside
we’re passengers
riding to
Riding to
Riding through
Riding to
to Mars

the landing was fine
and all
but after awhile
forget why we left at all


And years down the road
when u take off your coat
after Issac is down in the
ground

would all the time spent
in a room in a tent
still linger around
Somehow