So scatterbrained after the search of a lifetime.
Chatterboxes fall asleep at the right time.
I have to ask what does it take
for us to make sense of these heiroglyphs?
Sombody planted a packet of seeds in the tar pits.
I'm happy for you,
I knew you'd pull through
the point of no return
We were perfectly still in a storm that's once in a lifetime.
Took a step back and opened my eyes for the first time.
Everything that might've been is fading out and wearing thin,
all shifting red in the color blindness of hindsight.
I'm happy for you,
if you're happy too.
So let me know,
while your instincts still move you
as light passes through you
into a golden age.