Never found our way out again    Cause to trace this blood trail is more than I can bear    This is my spring    I finally fixed the car    Floored out of here    I’ll found out who my friends are    The ones waiting tomorrow morning    I pushed this away so hard this is my spring fixed the car today    “I wish I were lighter, the weariness weighs too heavily on me.”   This is my spring    Still cold enough for snow    From planes tracing seams across the sky    Overhead seed the soil left to fallow for too long    With Pamphlets proclaiming “falls finally dead”    The steering wheel never mine    To turn now it turns on any tangent but around    “That’s something you still have to learn”    With the muffler my memory removed    I’m spared the sound    (so much like growing up falling becomes fallen    and buried alive but buoyancy keeps it up survive,   keeps it alive)