Again
In a tunnel with no light at either end
Clutching every hopeful sign
His mind recused, her spell renews
He scrapes the bottom, feeding on the debris
Forward motion hanging by a thread
Slowly forgetting how it feels when all the pieces fit
Searching for the perfect words that'll echo in her ears
Until she comes around
Drags him slowly to his feet
Feeds him a story
Diverts him for a while
But no silver lining can outshine the look in her eyes
Shuffles the discards, papers over the scars
Forward motion hanging by a thread
Slowly forgetting how it feels when all the pieces fit
Searching for the perfect words that'll echo in her ears
Until she comes around
Glimpses the forest behind the tree...
Is it a man who walks away
From the lights of his life
Admits the war is over
And still no piece of mind
In circles he'll climb
Night and day
Endlessly
No end in sight
And it's all that he can do to pass the time
Polishing lines he's tried and tried
Always knowing
What nothing can replace
Forward motion hanging by a thread
Slowly forgetting how it feels when all the pieces fit
Searching for the perfect words that'll echo in her ears
Until she comes around

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