You look as lost to this world as i once did
As you Palm at those hand me down cards
Drawn out so many times they are curving.
as the lips light on stars that once curled
brush away all those blue tears with a back hand
As the black and white mono movers shake
faux worded as era armed try defining colour.
As they dedicate those that once lived to stone
As you Look down at the protracted leafs
and what could of been grown.
With all that delayed and muted time
that you can’t hold or control as you
Learn Of those that are worn as
Hand me down tablature on three cup hustle.
That tried to fell a sapling by a spring
as the world that tried retuning in
and then moved building blocks and
took on loans to move the boarded street.