If it gave me anything but flickers
I wouldn't be able to breathe
The smog of a fondness gone stale
Goes lazy with the thought of reprieve
If it gave me anything but memories
It would be too tangible to leave
So it moves down and out
With a face full of frame
Waning is my consistency

If I gave it anything but progress
It would shy from all that I've grown
It is sparse
But until these thoughts shake loose from my mind
It's the closest that I have to home.