We shift.
We tilt.
In sleep.
In kiss.

We laugh.
We cry.
In good.
In bad.

We shout.
We whisper.
The words of the unknown mouth,
in the coldest of winter.

We write.
We bleed.
We speak.
I listen.

We think.
We change.
We act.
We reason.

But I'm still so sure.
That by the end of the day.
When the break of dawn
is but a million ticks away.

All we ever do is.

We shift.
We tilt.