Light

If I go, let the river write my name in dust,

Carve my sins in the tide, let the pain combust.

Let the bridge tell stories of this life I chose,

Of the depths and the shallows of the man I know.

If the world don’t break me, it’ll straighten my spine,

’Cause the dead feel nothing — but the living serve time.

When the night leans in, I face it eye-to-eye,

Turn the quiet in my chest to a truth that won’t die.

Going to have a reset tomorrow have a heal left considering flushing it afterthought fkjhdmjb for mmmmmm