i speak your name in sadness
in void of truths and awkwardness
we’re riding in somber you’s
hiding our feat to a broken fuse
i’m dancing on fine lines of wisdom
hoping you’d see them
like the him in windows of twenty thousand feet
when you’re dangling your views of hatred in endless seams
in tunnels and distance we create to quake ourselves
rhyming on rhythm in questions of defeat
where relationships overextend
happiness wakes in virtue of our viral self
we’re dying on question of loneliness
i said i speak your name in sadness
not in a sense of hopelessness
in a realization of pity
to die is not my death
but to die in quest of what it was
we break to question our reality
rhyming in a rhythm to make sense
he’s screaming in names of honesty
and i’m living in the end
running on water of bends and turns
questioning ourselves to add books to shelves
in experience i find you to find it
to create a life of something worthwhile
where reincarnation is nothing
but wisdom in my end
rhyming on rhythm of experience