My echo
My desire to be heard
Died long ago
In a notebook winding longer than the build before the great crescendo
And I noted in this
As a young man of old
As a conductor of sorts
Not attempting to refire all of the old songs turned cold
No
But rewriting them each for me alone
Indefinitely and until the long silence comes home
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 2:21 PM UTC
My echo
My desire to be heard
Died long ago
In a notebook winding longer than the build before the great crescendo
And I noted in this
As a young man of old
As a conductor of sorts
Not attempting to refire all of the old songs turned cold
No
But rewriting them each for me alone
Indefinitely and until the long silence comes home
