The Frame
You wont fall with the troops that we assembled
And the bond we've forged
Though this sketch is getting old now the cracks don't show
Time wont change a thing when I'm gone
Don't grip the wheel too tightly my son
Everything you need is done, I woulda thought we'd won by now
But oh no
I have known no other method
So don't presume there's wisdom
When all that I am is time now
And the cold
The fruition in the detail is all that drives me
I am not the picture now
I am the frame