Moving along,
past excuses, past all the wanted,
the needed, the sorrow
leaving the darkness, the steal and the stone
Drifting between it,
between them who strangle
between all the air that in boxes can't escape
Counting the daylight,
the memories, the epiphanies
counting and labeling to keep up
put
out
Speeding in vacuum,
to pass them, to stay there
behind
Piecing together
the wrong way, the right way
while asking what's left when everything seems right
They pick up, they fold up
excuses, exceptions
lap up your words as you pour them out
never stopping
always standing,
not stepping but we just never
give in and we
stop to
move along