Don’t See Any Fruit

Think I’m guilty of swatting the air with fists

Splashing in still waters straining arms and wrists

Please don’t ask what these things mean

Bringing the body under submission still an awkward scene

Might as well whistle tunes watching every minute walk by

God I’m wasting valuable time with arms and mind rejecting comprehension.

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Am I too weak or thinking too much

Running in place tearing new shoes up

Flapping my arms swearing today I’ll fly

Worrying myself for an early death ride

Too far gone without any indications of my distance

Are you speaking to me but encounter resistance?

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Oh I feel like a child saying please don’t leave

I know you say you won’t but there’s a mess in me

There’s no one or anything too hard for you

God, I just feel like a lot is missing on my end

Will you wait?

Will you wait?

Will you wait?

Are you asking the same thing from me?

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