my legs feel frail again 

(oh am i wilting?)

i don’t know if i’ve skipped to the end

or rewound to the beginning 

unsteady i betray myself

almost done, can’t sway

not this time 

this time 

there’s no next time waiting 

when i fall 

 

and i wish i was here tonight 

but i am apple picking

(am i?)

winter gives way to spring gives into you give up to me 

but not this time.  

will there be a summer 

when i fall? 

 

i am a million miles away 

and the trees are in HD

i’m sorry i left you behind 

where the road falls away

into the sea 

but this is the only time i’ve felt 

this way 

and maybe someday i’ll leave me