I Can't Stop
Locked in off. Open the inside. Outside again. I can't stop.
The heat on my hands. Light, edge of my skin. I can't stop a machine.
The cold breeze is invisible. I see it. A cycle only I know that I can't stop.
Now you know. I won't stop. Blue stairs, black boots. Hold on to the floor.
Not the same again. Run like before. Touch. Talk. Step. It's on.
I can't stop. I can't stop. Run. I can't stop. I can't stop. I'm on.
Autor(es): Robert McAtee
