Fluid

This is meant to be set to music...but I have no idea how do a podcast..

Breathing is hard to do
when it's just air
between me and you
there's only words like ice
(you think they're shiny)
but they're not as nice
as mud in the spring
and you'll never have wings
if you keep even your hands
close to the ground
like all those plans
that never made it out
but if you try hard enough
you'll be able to sprout
some dream that will grow
up tall like a sunflower;
then mabey you'd know
that really it is all
worth it in the end
and hearts really do mend
with a little love and affection
both halves melt together ,
but they'll always need protection
because you're always running headfirst
into clouds of regret,
you're only a sunburst
waiting to fade past
the milky way, into bits
of light that won't last
past next week,
when you realize that
from your eyes your tears will leak
into pools of salt
on your soft cheeks
when you figure out it is all your fault
and everything does
happen quicker now
than before everything that is was
so much clearer
when you were seeing it
through what had been
but darling, you should learn
how to deal with shit
and let old buildings burn
because they are of no use
when you're trying to
let things loose
and figure things out
with clean hands
you'll understand what it all means:
Let go.