Light This City

It may feel like it's too much to handle,
But it's not time yet.
Your body operates, automatic,
Like a breathless engine,
It shines in the swimming haze and heat.
While your mind,
Like a swarm of insects in a gust of wind,
Crumbles and reassembles,
Forgetting it's original, innocent form.
No, it's not the time.
Don't let your frantic mind
Run you away
From me.
No no no, it's not the time
You'll be alright
Don't let your frantic mind
In our oldest, wisest years
Well laugh,
Looking back
At our losses.
Yours, the self-control you longed to
Trust,
Mine, any adequate words to dissolve the
Mounting Pressure Moment.
And in our tissue-paper skin,
Well mock the frailties of youth.
And cherish the steel-solid minds
We acquired in time.
No, it's not the time.
Don't let your frantic mind
Run you away