Unfinished.

The tap water falls
to the empty hot pot
a moment of balance in the silver white spot
As heat burns it away
Sure seems that way

When no simple facing can say
Not getting much older
When walking around
To music from ear buds
See motions moving to sound

And the light and the breeze and the shake in my knees
Add up to a sense that almost reminds me of you

Now strolling through produce again
In search of the cheap and the green
To snack on before we begin
A climb over the mountain

to

The roof of the house (as the whole damn thing burns)
The edge of the water (to salty to drink we learn)
A place inside quiet you know (the kind where silence meets snow)
Its not what it meant before (I get dressed and walk out the door)
Like breakfast you wanted to skip (and trials where the verdict was flipped)

The tap water falls into the pot
Now cooled to reflect my rippling thought
With a full belly of life I have lived
Hunger looks timid and borderline dead

I'm sure of very few things
The world is hard
The ground is soft
Reality bites and stings, hugs and sings
And moments of balance run counter
To the instability of things