One hundred fervent handshakes With the bearer of neglect The pall of days has fallen Where our lives did intersect And I grow melancholic Wading through the disconnect
Oh, I stand, I sit, I lie In this tower where I’ve kept And my legs have lost their strength Else I would surely have leapt Now, I sadly tread circles Wading through the disconnect
What was pure evaporates Like the fleeting white of snow So pool the melted hopes I’ve failed to protect Dreams, used to fill the voids, now shape disconnect