Dear world,
I used to covet you – wanting all of you
all at once
(I was so sick)

Why?

I cannot keep
carrying you – why do they keep
expecting me to?
I’m not so sick
(but I’ll always be)

I will never forget
the times we spent
fumbling through this
lifetime together
but this is where I place you
back into orbit
hoping to god
they do their part

Why did I carry you for so long?
my Sick told me it would
make me stronger – it only made the noise more so

Dear world,
it’s been nice…

Tell them I’m not as strong
as they think – or as
Weak

You will still orbit,
I will still be sick – we will both still
be at the mercy
of the rest of it all
(it’ll be beautiful)

– A.R.M.