POETRY
Ecuadorian Blankets
Under her bed she keeps her
ecuadorian blankets
in them she stores her memories
and things to sacred to talk about
Oh, they’re not there
perhaps they’re hiding in a suitcase
she holds and warms them in a gentle embrace.
ecuadorian blankets
in them she stores her memories
and things to sacred to talk about
Oh, they’re not there
perhaps they’re hiding in a suitcase
she holds and warms them in a gentle embrace.
Lack of passion, claiming your indecision
fails my design
The choices you make will be undermined
by the realization that it’s only your timex3
So use your mind, time,
we will fly before you fallx2
Under her hair she keeps a brain that makes her
anxious
in it she mulls the possibilitieswhich may
escape us, indefinitely
they chime like bells in a
monastery
she prays for shoulders large enough
to carry, all of us
No direction, leaves you behind
your pain and struggle
are empathetically mine
the choices you make will be undermined
when you finally realize that its only your timex2
The choices you make will be undermined
when you finally utilize that its only your time so
(chorus)