And it was art that held me together, the only thing I'd give a shit about
10th grade, going to it as I rode the bus
The sky's color sucked into 6am
Air oozing out coldness
The bus warming us within the crowding
And words expressing through my ears
Words
Words
Lifelines tied to my person
Words
Words
Holding me lifting me changing me
And I was the mystical
When I listened to poems
And I was the mystical
