march like a soldier

Your lap was the first space I felt safe

How can I not be when it’s half my brain

Your hologram told me I was important

I stayed the same when I divorced him

Does he know we have the same organs?

He may have more but I get his fortune

As I get older, it’s time to march like a soldier

Carry the torch of a generation bipolar

We gathered around when doctors told her

The description of wishes from the beholder

When they die, they’ll go together

I’m changing the volume of the never