I woke up at four, I could not get back to sleep
I think of all the things I’ve broken
And what promises I keep
And midnights on the street
Mornings on the sidewalk
I think, I hear, I see… I talk
I’m Thinking of objects in three dimensional space
I’m Thinking of objectives while I wait
Wait and wait, for days and days
losing and finding, the pen and the page
Do you think the universe forgives me?
For the terrible ways that I’ve been living
I’d like to be the watcher of my thinking
I’d like to look ahead without any blinking
Make a move , make a sound
There’s never any up without the down
Never any summer without September
I forget to remember
I try to forget
Threads of the past tense
Sewn in to the fabric of regret
You’ll be all set I’ll be all set
It’s not like it’s a choice
I can hear somebody speaking,
but it’s not my voice
It’s where I’ve been before
it’s another thing that I ignore
it’s left, it’s right, its up and down
it’s streams of light and sound
it’s you, it’s me
it’s truth and lies
it’s picking on someone your size
it’s all the hellos of my goodbyes
it’s all the different methods that you’ve tried
to put it back together
the right now of forever
the days and weeks and months and years
a product of your environment
comprised of all your fears
lost inside a fog
until it clears
