Brief smile under sullen eyes, Oh, to know, what makes us happy. Dead weight in a broken pile, Have the heart the hands are clasping. Sick wound covet your admire, Oh, to need the want of something Bent breeze on exhausted fire, Oh, to know, to know. Sow the rope, the rope it works All the hope, the hope it hurts Earth, the scope, the pain it’s worth Fight it hurts, to not is worse. Oh to know what makes us happy. Damn it all to habit, The shake of a fist Atlas of the attic, the weight of a kiss. I think I’ll never let it go Answers tripping down the aisle, Haunt, the halls, for ears to meet and Brush cheeks of addicted smiles Greet the calls they aim to reach and Oh the youth, the youthful hurt Earth, the sun, the scratch of dirt Such, to come, the seek and learn Love, and run, and then return To never match the gravity of this. Someday Ima have it The moment to miss Maia making habits With the flick of a wrist Everybody wants it, But this isn’t it. Someday Ima have it The moment to miss. All of it and Everything all at once.