Some days the verses
Flow like a frozen waterfall
And the sense that toes might chill
Keeps the feet indoors
All the arrows
Point down and away
Or seem to poke an eye
Resonance re-creation
Not quite enabled by music
So I go for a walk
So I get on the phone for talks
So I write a letter
The spiral starts going up
On the way up
I ask what brought me low
And think
And it's the things I didn't do
That might have caused brief suffering
But with a long afterglow
And the worries
That I held
In various organs
Thinking I was doing something
For someone else
By holding their worries inside
With my feet
What everything needed
Was just a walk
Roman Ryan 