it's only getting lighter

i'll keep it folded for now it's a paper weight 

and i'd love to say it's easier to move, to breathe, to walk

so much weight has been lifted though armor holds its value

and I'm always awaiting my cue

I'm always forgetting lines

say dreams destroy us briefly scream like the frustrated

they hide behind the desks and they're being held captive

strangled by the phone lines spilling coffee on their best

shirt

lost myself in my subconscious, my old habits

chewed my nails into rigid saw blades

i'll clock out one more time, keep my stomach from my throat

empty both these cluttered pockets to scour for change