HANGING ON

i`ve got barely a body

but lots of soul

i harness the unseen

when i struggle to feel whole

and when i break without a sound

a new well has to be found

i trip and stumble most days

still i remember the importance of getting on 

there wasn`t a sign

when i refused to see

that the fog had lifted itself in front of me

the rumblings of the world

have a way of carving themselves 

into my bones

and i`ve been tracing these patterns

to understand

i reveal rarely when asked

but gladly in the dark

when the difference can`t be told

between what is there

and what is sold