Caught in an existential spiral
Not quite suicidal
Just thinking more about death
Than survival.
Curl up in to a cocoon
watch the kid dissolve through pure resolve
Not knowing where he ends
and where the world begins.
He might grow wings
May be a home for moss
Either way it's not a loss to the kiddo
Think it more like paying the cost
To draw a card from the deck of fate
Message home
Dear Mum and Dad
Don't wait up
I'll be late.