We’re heading for something.
The blinding white light of intention,
a complicated heartbreak losing its direction
reaching out to grab a whisper.
Had it been another day, we might have looked the other way.
Wrinkled routines fraying,
always mouthing, but never saying.
Time’s come to pay her dues
Remember days when noise was silent.
I’m just out to find the better part of me,
cause lately when I look in the mirror you is all I see.
We’ve got to know ourselves.
The time has come to deviate.
I know that goodbye means nothing at all,
sometimes we should all just take the fall.
The future is coming on.
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