The Question

Hold

My tongue

Clenched teeth

Full lung

Fold

My thought

In one way

In one shot



Got our gestures open wide

Got our language spoken right

Got the blood to your open heart

But the skin thick enough so start it

It’s the question on your lips

It’s the heartbeat, when one skips

It’s the moment we connect

And the moment it conflicted



Can’t resist and can’t refuse

The safety and the danger you use

If you choose

Aimed for a win, missed the cues

The gemstones and the junk that you fuse

If you choose



Then the shit’s on me

The shit’s on me

The joke’s on me

The joke’s on me