If I stand here, not so firmly on the ground…
as the world continues to spin around
If I squander here within four walls, tinder that has ground to a halt…
as my small space smolders and smokes
If I lay here among all the stars burning the sky, amidst all the lies, lies, lies…
as my complacency issues a good-bye
If only, IF, I know what I should have known before…
could I have given more?