Tin Tin

When You Are Feelin' Down

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child.
The righteousness can’t overcome the raw
Feeling of defeat.

Somewhere out in the ocean, there sinks a man
With only a family as the stitches at his seams.
But I am not him.

Soft like a plank of pine in a stack

Ready to be ripped down

I await a thin exposure.

This man I know has taken me in

Inside his home, a small cube filled with his memory.

But he erases himself over and over again until he can’t remember.

Acting a symptom of pain locked away

He rolls over with the hope of a darkness to sleep under

As if the sun would make a scar.

I could tell you what to do

But would you do it sincerely?

Do not listen.