Every time I run-run-run away
There’s a swell of grey, choppy, violent
Over the hills but not far [away]
I have an abstract notion of control of the fear
Certain actions pause proceedings
It’s dark down here
It’s quiet in this cave
I can hear you high above [muffled]
There is no concept of duration
There is no thought of raise
No thought
I spy the monster over the hill
Breath in the air
You don’t scare me [you do]
You don’t control me [you do]
You don’t own me [you do]
I don’t scare you [I do]
I don’t control you [I do]
I don’t own you [I do]
Criss-cross pitter-patter
Mud sludge grey shift
Empty space
Void space
Spiral [down]