Sometimes spirits never break

I dont want to be invented

Not berated

Not conflated

I am in the summer breeze

I am begging on my knees

Never saying what im thinking

Always floating when im sinking

Craving success

Pull dont press

Heavy comfort in my breast

In the simple, yet unknowing

In the heart that keeps on growing

You are what you want to keep

Always waking in your sleep

When someone else has your brain

You might still be just the same

In the cold and heavy winds

My inversion always sings

Somehow i keep conjuring 

the same mistakes im harbouring

Convoluted indecision

Diluted thoughts in deep precision

Self impalement on the stake

Sometimes spirits never break

In the surgical conformation

Of a dying rotting nation

Desperate attempts to make one bring

All the things that make one hinge 

On the faces of the timeless 

In the formless hidden temple

Like waterless rain or a windless gale

A ship with no anchor crew or sail

They fear betrail

And stomp without fail

On the fresh graves of the weak meek and frail

The only way to heal our wounds

Is to let the skin scar

Always come near and always aim far

Always hold dear

And leave open, ajar 

the door to our minds

Our hearts, our neighbours

Without ever truly knowing where you and i are

We all do share the same basic feelings

The same core needs, 

wants and thoughts and senses

When hurt we all bleed 

and yearn for tomorrow

Sometimes for the past

We give and we borrow

Joy and envy, freedom and sorrow