You turn around,
You call my name
But I no longer believe the same;
There's paper stacked upon your window pane.
The clocks are worn,
My boots are torn,
They've come some way since they were born
And things that shine often do not conform.
A whisper here
Is a thunder there,
A glass of wine to lay it bare;
Don't tell me silence dwells behind that stare.
You don't run fast
Because you must;
It's fine to break out from your crust
And build a smile that's free from all your lust.
We're far apart
But all the same;
Forget the shapes and forms and blame
And you will see we walk down the same lane.
I walk through eyes
So close and distant
Depending on how long the instant;
Some grow warm while others grow resistant.