i went looking for me

awhile ago

caught the train to my reflection

missed the switch

didn’t find myself

spotted a glimpse of me

happy in the fiery trees

just enough to make me sick

no sooner seen then gone

sought by the Good Book

sliced my throat on the Word

I watched me fly away

a cubit over my spinning head

I caught my heel in time

for me to carry myself

further into my own head

off into the cursing clouds

up into the burning sky

anyways, that’s why I’m late