meandering ever closer as the time wears thin
a masquerade
can you hide behind what isn't there
a moment
a memory
a medallion
congratulations
you win
now pack your things and sail away
three hundred and sixty degrees
surprise
you were here before you ever began
imagine that
the unconscious got you here on time
bruised but brazen and why wouldn't you be
it's concievable
you were handed a light
so you took it
how long until the fire dies
until the bruises heal

oh
you're back again
bruised anew
such a sorry story
though rich indeed
for every time you arrive here
newly shaken
you get a little closer
and every time you go back
you think you've gotten it all right this time

again?
does the circle ever end?
the fated exasperation
poor my plight
how can i make it back again
through the trenches and rain
but you do
perseverance is key
see you 'round

what



don't go

what

stay here
and listen still