Extemporaneous
We have held the sun in our palms
and never felt it bruise our skin
Did we do something wrong you'd expect us
to cry just from staring at it yet we hold it in our hands
This isn't meant to happen but what good things are
I'm just glad im not alone, im not the only one
Without the makings of a normal human being
I lost my inspiration and my willingness to dream
a desperate attempt to bring it all back
But this world seemed to have got the best of me
filter all my paranoia into thoughts of something pure
Strangle all the images that invade my waking life
held this moment in my grasp inside a clenched fist
There is nothing that can ever make me lose my grip
nothing more to fear
With this push behind my chest I feel my
back begin to stretch like i've just gotten out of bed
Brace for the heat as I know it will rush me
wrote it down so I could see it put to words
Something about seeing seconds on a page
From just a blur into a face
From moments finite to a stage i create
Within an instant swells a noise that scrapes the
heart it/and says
"I'll be gone before you wake" | 
