Like cracks in walls you never quite can fill
like old man’s dread and dragging fear of hills
there is a husk that won’t break open in the mill
like cracks in walls you’ve built but never fill.

The choice is yours to make I’m told, we have free will
they said, there might be diamonds in the swill
and maybe you will indeed defeat your ills
the choice is yours to make - apparently we have free will.

Sometimes feelings are the hardest skill
like hesitating rain before a suffocating chill
like dark birds rolling, like a wheel above a kill
and sometimes feelings are the very hardest skill.