Off

Wait until I try

Wait until I strike

Lose the meaning in the actions that we lash upon with might

And we're so small

Lacking meaning through what's short enough to lose

I'm not done losing, but there's other ways to move

Wait - there isn't light in any tunnel that I've found

There's just the crash before the darkness giving answers through the sound

And with the kicks we used to take in parking lots they wake us up

And in the last of many hours we abandon all that's tough

And with the ease, in many muscles, we are wound so tightly taut