In the twisting, I see myself

Pixelated. Construed. I am reaching out

For something, for me to hold on to

But I never do. Failing- I never will



Some things just do not exist

And some days I'll be the evoked of

The hope for a landing, for safety

But the synapse fires, exploding

And this is letting go



Life- this is a lesson that we don't sign up for

But we fatefully learn

And as I grow old

Time will break me apart

From stem to bough, and my heart to reason

I will become the dirt of which I began



Distracted by imperfection we are covered in rust

Hopeless and distant, we sway side to side

From season to season, we fall apart

So hold this in your hand, and don't let go

These are the things that we live for



Some things just do not exist

And some days I'll be the evoked of dissonant.

But we still try

Prudent through our brothers' eyes

Back at the start

We lost our direction



We are covered in rust

Hopeless and distant, we sway side to side

Distracted by imperfection

We fall apart