i spend dusk knowing people don't deserve this
a bloodline is seeping through cracks in the dirt
or traveling down the river to another state
these insides forget from time to time
what it is they're supposed to do

sometimes i'm not sure if i'm connecting
or if my skin is simply a sparkling reflector
but yet in the glowing night after the rain
it's easy to mistake silence for a break in

i spend dawn looking at the mist
remembering stars floating in the water
from a few days ago when daybreak felt new
now i can start to feel routine making it's way in
while this earth glides over a road turning itself gray