In search of words

Put your face down to the pavement and watch the snow-laiden
fog fly with the wind.
under the table with here feet on your lap.
a simple stare's never made you so numb.
slow down it breaks with the tide and it still moves closer
to your heart.
let the streetlights guide your wanders, and the bottle set
the stage for summer.
so master the art of self-conclusion and hope to breathe in
the morning.
so master the art of self-conclusion and hope to breathe in
the morning.
let the streetlights guide your wanders, and the bottle set
the stage for summer.

"baby, i'm at your bedside, and your not getting your
medication. baby?"