five thousand miles
alex petrounov, sekou luke

i walk five thousand miles to the middle of nowhere
just to prove to myself there’s something more out there
to be found, to be found
find me, please

in the blindness of light i can see on forever
man i swear there are heights that no one can sever
and i find, sometimes
i’m so easy to break with a chisel and hammer

chorus
in spite of all that i can do
i feel i’m suffocating
if only half of this were true
then maybe i’d awaken

when i’m screaming inside this incarceration
all these dreams in my mind sweet emancipation
to be loved, to be loved

bridge
the cold and barren places
withdrawn and empty spaces of life
are where i find
considerable evidence