Flow

Loud-hush, loud-hush –
A hidden current finally starts to crush.
Close-far, close-far –
A therapist would call it toxic play. But we are.

Don’t say it doesn’t stir your nerve:
This game’s not kind or tame, you know.
Don’t fool yourself – you live for the rush,
The cold that thrills your core.

It doesn’t matter what’s on the table –
Only the hand that dares you move.
You think you’re steady, you’re in control
But spark has found its groove.
 
The old world cracks into drops
Of the Global ocean now.
Forget about how it used to be,
And let it flow.

Fast-slow, fast-slow –
Lost in this endless ebb and flow.
High-low, high-low –
Touching the sky while thunder rolls and glows.

The air is thick with every word
We never say, you know.
It lies like lead upon our skin
And the time moves too slow.

Every step you take exposes truths we fake.
It can’t be erased.
But the tension sparks between us,
Lighting up the dark below.