Sometimes I go whole days
Listening bored, half asleep
I won't say anything
That's worth a thing to me
One day, suddenly, time took a turn
that once felt so brief
I blinked to see
polite ghosts fading quickly
What begins as an unguarded train of thought slowly can become
An addiction to the slumber of disconnection
And the resonance of memory that no longer has a shape
But keeps you numb through the hours till gone is another day
Be aware, my darling
These things I say I mean
Are just traces of something
I long to feel again
I see our time expand
in the air almost forcibly,
Spreading thinner till
it dissolves completely
What begins as an unguarded train of thought slowly can become
An addiction to the slumber of disconnection
And the resonance of memory that no longer has a shape
But keeps you numb through the hours till gone is another day