Reality shifting in a way we could get to
if the world were just a bit flatter
when the truth of the moon is reliant upon the sun
where everything with matter cyclically scatters

surrounded by faces,
he sits lives lonely some
waiting in an empty room
she's knows no one will come

I've been outdone,
he traveled faster than you
you've been outrun,
she did better than I could do

its the way that time is spun
like wind on J's cling clang clatter
where complacency is hung
next to apron strings as a happily ever after

At least the ones that needed me
had the quiet decency of fair warning
that they signaled the cubs to eat away everything
the wolves couldn't use to play with me