No Grip

Close your eyes,
Now count one, two three.
Count your lies,
and speak up softly.

Walk a thousand years,
And tell your hundredth wish.
Dream of all your fears,
And forget the one you miss.

Now, hold on without a grip,
and live your life down.
Let your heart break and rip,
and cry without a sound.

There are things in the making
Of the things that disappeared.
And the realest ones are faking
Being the things they most feared.

So let the world be itself,
Try to let it mend.
What's wrong will turn opposite,
And be something better in the end.