Brief Stills
Resting on the prospect of reaching out
On the prospect of reaching into
A warm balcony view
Swimming on trickles of comforting
And rushing, swirling sorting
It picks me up, it puts me down
You lost it, at peace with
The ones who you point at
You grasp it, go faster
A vague bit, forfeit it
You lost it
Go faster...
Warm winter view...
One more time, just rely
On brief stills
You lost it, at peace with
The ones who you point at
You grasp it, go faster
A vague bit, forfeit it