A Change for The Latter

I made a change for the better
A shift
Pause, open me up
Move the bigger gear left, change the medium
Close me up, check the headlights.

I made a change for what I needed to be yesterday.

I sped up an engine that's outdated.

All I honestly needed was to be able to go.
I can't compete with new, clean, models.
I can't compare to complex design.
I am complete as is, but not quick to start.

I'm quick to back up, to change gears.

I'm slow to learn though.

I changed into who I should have been a bit late.

I am now impressive yesterday.

I don't know what I need to turn to today.
All that I can say is, maybe this could be okay?

Well, I feel the vines creeping into my machinery anyway.

Salt

Your face, drawn taut
Muscles feel bigger than they usually do around your jawline
They emerge from under the surface like pulled ropes
Drawing your mouth down, into an awkward position
Your skin feels tight, like a mask
Like after time spent in the sun

You inhale your air nicely
Your body, mostly water, meshes
You combine, store, process

Your skin, does it feel like carved stone?
The forced lines, wrinkles, folds
It's so very human, but so odd to see.

We never quiet look like ourselves.

Why does this happen to me?

Whose face is this?

Why...why now?

Swoon Boy, Swoon

You may find your cell, circles
To be quite suited to your pacing purple eyes
You may retreat to corners
And thoughts will pass us by, illuminate in lights

We hide, from our own ways
We stay, we pray for silence

But simply this is complex and you can't stop it
No you can't stop these fits.

So.

You may find our thoughts, circles
An honest feeling for your time, too tired to try
You can't seek peace in others
The cars all passing by, are just machines but so are
Dreams of a life that stays the same.

Pray for silence.
We pray for silence from our own minds.