Too Late

Wind teases relief
It's just more hot air
Blowing through this endless night
From which there is no escape
Roaming the street
No one here but my shadow
Creeping up on me
Like the time I'm running out of
Darkened windows and locked doors
They won't let me in
Only the moon to guide me
To the other side of the hill
Sirens cry in the distance
They got there too late

It's Easy

It's easy
To make the joke
To step away from the feeling
To run from yourself

It's easy
To put up a wall
To shut everything out
To not feel anything

It's easy
To be cynical
To be hard
To be harsh

It's easy
To bury pain
To hide emotion
To hurt

It's hard
To crack yourself open
To let your heart out
To live