this will be
whatever flies free
from an open heart
and a damp face
this will be
whoever can see
the real me inside
take a peek
open quickly with pressed slacks
and squeaking shoes tied
too tight but maybe too much
up front as wednesday
will never come
this will be
wherever we flee
sent reeling by words
sitting is hard
this will be
however i'll see
it through to the end
to the other side
