I couldn't tell you
What I'm going through
But I feel a tide that twists inside
I feel a pain that's tucked aside
Just rain that hits the roof and dries
Just sun that scopes the horizon
Then dives
A search that runs across the plains
A clock that ticks with multiplying graves
The world shivers
And I stand still
A feeling I've only barely knew
And I can't explain the sky
I can't tell the memories why
A box thats packed but still undone
A stitch that's sewn but still to run
Breaking in every sense and sword
I'll clash against the grains I own
Until the show completes what's grown
The hurting, lost and stolen break
The growing, healing, silent sake.
Sitting in the constant mode,
Brain and heart run, eyes closed.
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