Swallow

Twisting slowly up the walk
I want to get there so quickly
But my body is not doing
What I thought (a knee) could do
(the pile) is getting slippery
Your illusion’s getting early
And I feel a certain panic
Flowing through me… in waves
Won’t you listen
Listen to me Won’t you listen
Can’t you see
Let me in
I’ve come (for/from) mother
Let me in For (