I forget myself
And we is understood
The absence of my mind is flooding
Full of thoughts and color
The words are dancing on the page
And everything is blooming
Together rediscover
All the little things we know
The tangent line
To yours and mine
Is cutting through both space and time
And oh that sinking feeling
I’ve become both floor and ceiling
My comfort in an apple bite
I’m sledding on the light
My trapdoor to imagination
Fueling mental condensation
Panicking, ranting with no filter
The thread of we unwinds