Always floating away
Picture loses shape
We all go down the same
The shadow steps inside
Begins the pollination of the eyes
The pedals fall
The flowers die
Always looking away
Locked inside the gate
It always looks the same
Run
Running between the eyes
Beating feet across the street
Chasing one another
Run
Running beneath the heavy slumber
Sunken dreams and sleepy feet
What’s the magic number
One
Wanting between the eyes of wonder
Beating feet across the street
Chasing one another
Run
Running beneath the heavy slumber
