shards of place.

a special one, that never stood at all,
see that you remain the vagabond ,
an old image of your lips, the warn leather luggage,
Worlds, and even this distance, is known.
it's time to sleep, One, two, they're all over now,
same days, and each just to see you,
you can see that these reasons persuade my mind,
I would, and to need,that no matter where, I will
seems so obvious to me, that in this moment,
a game is just a system of controlled mistakes,
take on, flaked out,
this inner consequence, and share my mind,
and i do, like this i do,
through every movement, through true,
given even to this position,
a state to play with suspicion,
take, and true, yes, -i do!
can't you see, I'm the only one that see's it's here,
waking up from that place you put me in,
i'm still tired, we've been passed over too long,
rtaught you everything i ever needed you to see me as,
and will, for you, - when this time repeats.
but when ahead, instead, you're in them now,
i want, and to will, myself, inside the same time as you.
the size of one number,
keeps our movements alive,
roll over, turn over, I let you stray the whole night long,
but when i need you, all i have, in mine,
so hard not to fall apart, passenger passport,
and I'm just the same.
Stop, grateful seasons, and my own kind of place,
shutter winds, and to stand to think how,
you can ask just why that is,
a suffering new one, just the same as your sisters cage,