Riding In Squares - Archive

I don’t live here

I don’t play

I don’t wake up

I don’t want to

There’s no up

There’s no down

Small windows

Dead of sound

Forced upon me

The same all fear

I am forever trying to forgive

And except the way things fall in

I’m not thankful I’m not you

You punished me from birth

I am here

I have heard of thankful rain

Ride in circles

Ride in squares

You punished me from birth

I am here

I’m here