I Put Off Living Because

​I put off living because,
Well, because!
Now I don’t know where my hat has gone.

The road outside my dusk is colored dawn
The hawk extends his ruddy claws,
And dust descends from dusty daws.

I put things off, I beg you,
Don’t you pry!
I feel my heart is pressed, my veins are dry.

I never understood just why we die,
My knees are hurting but I still feel fly
And adolescence sifts its redness on my blue.

I always had this heaviness
It went away
I spent my dreams in books and watercress

But yet I have not solved, I simply guess,
I seek solace in a spray
Of lilies’ blessedness.

I give to you my hand
I fumbled through the day
And here we stand, we here, and

This was the day I planned,
This was the simple way
I sought the sacred wedding band.