Sing it back.
String from your tether unwinds.
Up and outward but only to bind.
I was spinning free with a little sweet and simple numbing me.
Are you listening?
Sing it back.
Tell me what do I need when words lose their meaning.
Stumble until you crawl.
Sinking into sweet uncertainty.
If you're listening.
Are you listening?
Sing it back.
I'm still running away.
I won't play your hide and seek game.
What a dizzy dance.
This sweetness will not be concerned with me.