Drawstring

Sitting across from you
Your hand falls to the side
When you hear the suggestion
Youre running from the light
Its the pull of the drawstring
That comes as a surprise
When youre so close to heaven
Ill help you take the dive
I might fall
I might break down
No one
Can outstound you there
how many thoughts
how many wishes going drive
when you loosen your grip
and all your demons got by
with a head full of steam
and a singleness of mind
youll get into the beach
make a motion in time
what is
what is not
what is
what is not
fading falling