I saw the colors
It was dusk and the leaves were dead
And under the covers
There were aches and fakes and dread
I hated the trying
The fighting the praying the dying
I was so close to something
But there’s a line I couldn’t be crossing
It’s labeled in red
“Cross and you’ll be dead”
I try for just that reason
I’ve been trying the past 9 seasons
The other side I’ll never see
Instead I’ll die from all the striving