Twisted motions..
Lost emotions....

Fragile thoughts...
With a soft touch..

A light breeze,
feeling lost....

With a bread crumb trail...
My life is now become frail...

Two by two,
they'll come for you..

A place...
A time....

A lost moment,
that will never be found...

The hands on the clock,
no longer tell time...

They point to a place,
we try to find....

As you stare in the air,
we should always beware...

That the breath you take...
Just like the first..

Will be the same as the last...