the cars were all in reverse
and the words forgot how to rhyme
there was nothing to sing about
is this the simplest of time
fragmented and handed down
from you to me, to me and you
we're a constellation with no purpose
a clown who prefers a frown
and all the city was a town
and all the people were torn down
a fantasy, a bitter word at an
inopportune moment
no spaces for anything
no movement
no gravity
of the situation,
of you
or me
full of emptiness and air
there was something frightful
in the way she would stare
oblivion leaked out of her
could make the earth stand still
with the blink of an eye
all the stories, the songs, to kill
are we really ever changing
am i just running in place?
but i can remember
i do not forget
the motion of moving forward
moving on,
moving toward something better
but better's to be left alone.