Kaz Moon

Untitled seven let me get a hold of myself i used to pray to the angel of wrong notes I used to be in the comments section saying "you fell off" I was in a tree with a clear line of sight I'm reaching for a word that I half-know in a conversation i only half-care about with someone i would do anything for. I might fall out of this chair for the next decade but in the end I think it'll sort itself out best not to speak on dreams there are others listening, others who never took that first step because they never saw it and there were no signs. I paid off my debts but I can't prove it so I keep paying them I am still that shaky falsetto I am still trying to dunk or it's you know the type of story that you read without reading where the first letter of each sentence spells out something or some stupid shit like that I wouldn't know as time has gone on I stopped seeing myself as the shepherd of good things but show me a good idea and I'm a whisper show me a secret and I'm a wildfire show me a light and I'll say thanks.