I've been pacing around the same ideas
Haven't worked before
this time I'm not sure
In familiar footing the moment expands
A mirror to the past, the next reaches back
My legs are getting heavy, the air is growing thin
I'm searching for a place to begin
The edge of our sight
Measured in miles
Does it all break apart into untethered equations
Does it fall into place when you're far enough away from it
I've got this frantic feeling
Can't spit out the thought
Before the shops all change owners
Overnight the cars rust
The offices and parking lots contract and expand
An atom in a moment, the loosening of a hand
My heart is getting heavy
My hair is growing thin
The thought's no longer mine and the colours they dim

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