Jani wrote a song.
It’s been a tick since she did that; chords and every junk.
(Thanks Jess, I am thinking of you and others)
Sentinel
Even during times of peace….
you’re always watching for the doors.
Allowing yourself to relax and drift,
catch yourself…
nodding off to sleep….
It sends you back into the panic
that you had just pushed back
down into your soul
hidden deep…
You know, I remember what it feels like,
I can feel it too,
But my triggers are limited and peculiar;
not everyday, ordinary things,
everyday…
just like you.
A blacked out window; an old building next to the sidewalk;
drinking all the memories away all in vain;
sitting with your back to a door…noises on a television,
children in the street, dog crying out in pain….
Even once you came home….
you’re always watching in front of the cars.
Looking for a change in the baseline ,
catch yourself…
thinking about shrapnel….
Sends you back into autopilot
Running on limbic
our walking talking sentinel
You know, I remember what it feels like,
I can feel it too,
But my triggers are limited and peculiar;
not everyday ordinary things,
everyday…
just like you.
A blacked out window; an old building next to the sidewalk;
drinking all the memories away all in vain;
sitting with your back to a door…noises on a television,
children in the street, dog crying out in pain….
Even while you were with us….
You were already good and checked out.
To protect us, you forgot us…
Calculating every risk,
Staying three moves ahead….
Kept you hopped up,
Back to the new normal,
What is it I didn’t hear,
what was left unsaid
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