Bloodlines

When I stand

the world spins

So, still, I sit

and I listen

I close my eyes

til' I can't stand it

Do I run

Would it be a sin

to run

Until I am spent

It won't be long

before I miss

Miss to stand

Miss to sit

Looking at my hands

The lines a map of something

I don't know about

I've been told

it isn't in my blood

to run

to fly

it is to sit

to stand

to cry

but my feet scream

'go'