awareness relies on itself for its totality
the blessed hands that spin our clothes
hold our shadows in their souls
and keep the world in balance
if you knew you’d cry
or at least break down and sigh
and let out the anger you’ve buried deep inside
i am trying to reach you
but all of our channels are crossed
and i can't seem to show you
that we are off course
for somewhere along the way
it seems we've managed to get lost