you don’t know what to say, but words just crowd
in lines of hopes mistaken for lost dreams
and moments waiting for another silenced sigh, too hollow,
when judgements do not speak for trials lost

you do know what to say, but words keep fleeting by
as shadows past that hour at midnight
when waiting turned a dawn too early
and life just glowed like glitter at a party
glimpsed over while you kept on walking by
towards some end you failed to reach in brute denial
of promises to self painted in hues too bright

for you know light, but it keeps fading
into a distance unexplored or dazed,
for you lost light, but it keeps glowing,
despite the darkness of your creeping fright

and your heart beats in guiding motion
of a rhythmed present short of sight
for one more day of lined-up chaos gathered
in threads too vibrant to forget

and you keep pacing all alone
in rooms of thought-built walls of choices
that mazed again toward a path off-route
not that you had one, but you had to fall to ground
to feel that breath push dust away
in clouds of change so effortlessly drifting
under the sunlight that you missed on yet another day

(inspired by the sounds of ‘Life story’ by Ólafur Arnalds & Nils Frahm)