Skipping Stones

Self Examination.

Here he is,
deep beneath me,
A small piece of paper
folded over eight times,
sipping on this glass of wine �" I see him now,
running away from you �" he's right here,
Always wanting more
until I lose it all,
Everything forever
but the crest on my arm.

And here you are,
right outside,
lost between
the shortening chapters
of my life,
As far as I could remember
You've been
just a small step behind,
Balancing on a wire
not knowing
which way you go,
Finding what you wish for
just a moment too slow,

And here I've been
more than once
before,
standing alone
above the
broken hardware
on the concrete
floor,
A robot with a
soul of soft
gold,
Tell me “hope”
and I'll
hold,
Tell me “believe”
and I'll be
free,
But don't say
anything - please,
because you don't know,
you don't know
how far I'll throw
for you to see.