graphing memories to how it seems these visions should be spilled from mind to flesh I found belief dangling in the lion's den of time hidden behind opinions and fed to wasted nights step back into that room where I realize all I am is all I was just pieced together fragments of what I've come to be acquaintances tied by the places in the past
things still look the same the same businesses new signs in freshly polished frames I've walked away tried so hard to see what stays
swallowed into depths greater than the sea I restitch the seams, as the water becomes me I always seem to let what's distanced wash away
I fear for the ending though in meaning there's nothing but a kid watching a history absorbed by the tack marks in the walls I can hear better now a resonation of my vocal chords it was my choice to leave this place walking roads with forgotten names I pave the path to no return throwing ceased voices to waste a trail of faces fading in my wake