You want me to be something
Other than the disaster I am
With none of the side effects of
Losing regrets I’ll never see completed.
There is a constant sense of
Moving along without self inflicted burdens,
Yet born out of terrors are the exact
Words we all desire of me.
So come, rescue what’s left if you want,
But please, for the sake of
Sacredness within all we see and feel,
Rescue everything, take the depths too.