Melting Rock
maybe its true
that this rock we're
on is melting under our feet
but doesn't the sun still rise
and don't the birds still sing
and ain't my heart still beating
it makes me feel heavy
like i'm sinking into the
poisoned soil i'm supposed to fear
but then i see a wild worm and i
forget for a minute
that i'm three decades
and some change in
and the sand is running fast
on this rock that's supposed to be melting under my feet
i still feel myself breath
and i'm not ready to quit
i'm not ready to give into
the fear that we're wrapped in
and maybe this is where i stop
sinking
and swim
yeehaw here i go
the last time i'll
come back to this melting rock
rodeo
the last time i'll hear those birds singing their
favorite songs right into my ears
and that sunset glow fading my fears
if this is the end i'll give it all i got
present in the moment, these precious moments
that might be the last
on this big rock that still holds me
while i listen to those bird songs
and catch the sun rise
and breathe that sweet white oak air
and sink into the soil that i just can't quite
believe is
dying the way i'm
told it is.