outofline

out of line and out of place things like nothing were made up of everything i always had.
losing everything felt so fresh to death, and fresh felt so hot in my own head.
the world spun circles threading hope into problems asking me to pray higher.
if i told you twenty wishes less than a sight so unreachable then maybe you'd give it chance to understand.
if i ran so far, and found myself lost.
would i have found myself here or have your more.
forget and leave a worry like that.
i tend to hide in the smoke i learned to forgive,
but always sank back into the home i can't forget.
forget the desert you once belonged too.
because i've lost the world and that too.