I wanted to ask how were you wounded
I wanted to hear an answer
I have all these visions plaguing me of all these people I've known
and
Recognizing in my mind
memories of times they described that just didn't sit right
And me, too oblivious to peer in,
And ask them
Who was it you were when you were there and were you wounded
And what did it become in you and
Who are you
Who are you without the wounds
Who are we when we are becoming true
I don't want to breathe anew
I don't want to breathe anew
I am tired
I am blue
I am no longer new
I don't want to
ever be new
not ever again
