Old Number 7 - Cavities

And so I offer you this thank you

Which will never do justice

To the weight of the epiphany

That I now hold in my heart

That the single importance of breathing

Is to love with every breath

Yet the world takes this for granted

And unknowingly chokes to death

Their selfish eyes are bigger than their lungs

But I will do my best to respirate them

With every word I have sung

I remember the nights we spent out on that deck

Lost everything you gave me

But that sense of youth stays

Fresh on the stems of colored leaves

That fall to the ground

I’m drowning in a culture

Of thieves who never deserved you

I hope that you can hear me

I’ve preserved an artwork of fragments in time

Whole catalogues of positivity

Thoughts you shared with me

In my mind

But beyond this flesh and blood

We will meet again

This loss of life holds no weight in words

A life too innocent for earth

So thank you for showing me

Something that should never need to be shown

I set my eyes to the sky

And I know that you’re with me

Here with me

Thank you for teaching me to breathe again

And of course for that last

Old number seven