out from the shadows

another one falls by the way

how many will i lose?

 

so in compartments will i rest

(to pass the time you fail the test)
 
for hiding’s what i know the best

(so little's what we choose)



another call, another voice,

another trip to emptiness —

less melody, a lot more noise,

and all of it’s a mess —



behold: another turn of earth,

another gift of sun and birth,

with beaches bright or bills to pay

who sees another’s fallen



by the way