Skip Things.

There are these things.

Huge, dark and loud.

Yelping out that it is too hard to hold on

But we do and we have a lot to be proud

Especially of that morose end

Which cradled a gorgeous start
Sigh! Those were things.

If the message beneath twisted strings

Tells me not to hunt down
The chapter which doesn't exist,

I will not carry on the search.

Because yes, I am irritably stuck

Right there inside of you.

So let go off your fears baby,

I am where I belong.

Skip the messy things for now
And merge me in your song.