The Focus obstructed

Interrupt me
Interest deep
steel is cold
runs along the routine

The weight of life is delicious
The pull and the push
The long silences the breathing
Then the crash

Interrupt me 
As I count the days upon the hill
The one I'll occupy herein
worshipping the air so still

The weight of the land has a hold
Shedding it's debris
Leaving me with it's gold
come disrupt me

Interrupt me I'm in the middle of so much
I barely hear the whisper
That begs kiss, begs touch
push me off my crutch

The weight of the glare
pushing past the side glance
Into that dirty stare
interject shamelessly