worn from overuse
these thoughts are antiquity
Wash me
my palms
underneath the universe
my shoulders ache
the sorrow of knowledge
the bitter weight
Wash me
drums in the Temples
pound in my temples
heartache from religion
headache from philosophy
Wash me
turn the tide
of snowballing cynicism
turn the tide
sweep me out to sea
wash me like a newborn
in the saltwater
I've seen oceans in your eyes
I know you can
turn the tide
