Clean Slate

sting sting in the corners of my eyes will be my demise.
then nothing comes and I'm left without word, not for lack of the stream in my head.
so much hangs in the balance
and one foot wrong could bring the whole mess down,
and still we step.
step out onto the invisible bridge
with the clouds under foot.
step out of your own shadow with nowhere left to hide.
step out of your head and into the crossfire,
stepping on toes as you go.
stepping on toes and breaking bones,
breaking bones and dropping stones...
but bones heal and stones will always hit the bottom.
let them lie this time,
let them sink.

buzz buzz from the bulbs overhead, now nothings left unsaid.
I'm off like a bat out of hell, hands and heart streaking before head.
empty's not a bad place to be
when you think of how much worse it is to be packed to the rafters
with no one paying rent.
now we have space to breathe.
breathe in deep and chance that you might choke
but chance that you may breathe in hope.
pick yourself up and dust yourself off,
stand up straight, put your hand on the gate and get ready to swing it wide
and slam it shut behind you this time.

bang bang goes my heat in my head as i tell myself to get to bed.
but the buzz buzz and the sting sting require me to tell the tale.
hands have been held and hearts have been bared
and enough is enough for one night.
turn off the light