Eponym

Turn off the TV
And look me in the eye when we don't speak
I'm tired of sleeping
Tired of careless, empty hours
I'm tired of eating
My dinner off of paper plates
I can't be bothered
To step around the holes you left for me
I am ready now

The sun is heavy
It's taking out the glass as light shines in
And finds the ceiling
And the walls withdraw to leave me where I stand
And turned to tackle
Because the dust has settled just enough to see
The room around me
Is nothing more than six sides on a square
I am ready now

I've dreamt of mountains
Taller than the distance to the stars
And I was flying
Though I was naming every single one
And fields of cotton
Never had been farther from my mind
I have to smile
I only hope that you can do the same
And I know I am ready now