(set to "medusa" by el búho, klik & frik)

life feels like trying to fill in spaces
or, i guess, it's moreso like trying to force things into spaces,
when you don't have to

you don't need to walk the rickety bridge
you can use the stone one
that's lasted thousands of years

you just gotta stop and listen to yourself once in a while
know what i mean?
where the fuck am i
just kind of ask yourself that once in a while

and then that's when you'll notice
that you veered too far into the swamp
and you gotta start over
with the bug spray, boots, face net, sunscreen--all of it

your mind can get you out of anything
including yourself
but you gotta come back
and make sure that
you don't drift away again

because it's been a long sail
and we're not flying half-mast again
we're taking our time
and we keep breathing