unwound
in a sense of things to come
and things that will just pass me by
i'm waiting for the water to fall from the sky
and quench the stale air that's choking me
my days are long
but my nights are longer
because it's hard to talk to myself
and even harder to talk to You
still, the wheels are turning in my head
so i lay out a little bit of road
for where i go there are no signs
no lines
and no directions
i'm getting wearing of talking
when all i can think of is to act
and try to change something
anything
as i wrap my world around this space
i just realized
i've just unwound myself