and, (ou chronicle of all things foretold)

You said "may you come, come with me,

To a previously lonely, now such lovely ride?"

A harm free path, is there anyone to hurt me?

"No, not a single soul, I wouldn’t let (them)"

There were popcorn bumps in our way,

So light, let them go melt under my fingers

And what (why, you see?) would I worry about it?

When my eyes were stuck in pretty things that linger

And, as we hit the new born rocks on the trail,

They slip right through those yellow warm leafs

Pain filled my knees, but my ears had honey bees

They wouldn’t feel the pain, did not hear me complain

And we st-ste-step-by-step, we hit the road

Regardless the warnings screaming "told you so"
The caravan flipped over, so much of me died

Come whisper, say anything but that I haven’t tried

[In the yellow leaf warm path,
now gray cold stones all set
never wonder, never ask
blindness prevents regret]

I thought you said no pain, you see
how about all this blood in my hands?
"This is blood I never asked, never asked,
never wondered. Worry not, I am sure."

[sure of what?
please, do not ignore]

Open up, let me stay

I opened my ribcage to cut this heart and fit your ways

And as the doctors came to stitch back my chest,

Look around, broken me, look around: he left.

Maybe it’s for the, e… maybe for the best.