Nothing Has Changed In Years

So these are wandering hours again
I've come to with a lead chest and head dregs
Washed up and hollowing out another day

Then catch a thought and pull lungs taught on the wind
Snag a shoestring heart hanging by a thread

Breathe in and reel as if the rotary was snatched up in a gale

Hot air smelts and keens with a view
To building internal frameworks
Monuments of a future self

For the longest I've had the sun climbing my throat
And left the room without saying a word