Maybe if had I derailed my thought process I could elevate to a misplaced next-best That train is off the tracks, Thrown from a window Thrown from my life Tossed just far enough To see I'm better off Without a a single Mile of that Nothing-of-a-stretch Laid into my ground
And here, While we pick apart Our fancy thoughts; We are in communion We dance in synch, Entwined in a mutual Feedback loop Yet during phases Of agency - You completely Disconnect Disappear
I'd really love to warn you But I really don't have your clue
You once carried a flame but Since then you've let It fade out, Meant no harm in it. Fell off deep with it. Gone off fast with it, but Now I must be done with it. You once carried my torch but Since then you've let It burn out, Assumption. Common place. Palace guards. Rusted face. Let it swirl, let it swirl, Relight. You once carried a fire...