I’ve been chasing dust of road into sky
I had the best intent, rust into lust
exit the dreams of angels and pin-prick star skies
hold on to motion, an imperfect gaussian motion blur into a white stripe hit the side
Found myself sliding a hand down a stark cold metal bannister
trying to stop myself contemplating forgiveness over a grey mush of thoughts
Give up the thought of being prepared, yeah
locked in mentally, tiger stripe eyes
Creaking heart, fizz bubble bottle opening
trying to slow down the eagle swoop around and round of the clock hand
breathe
breathe
I remember bracken landscape
feet in cold water, fragmented reflection of my young face
confusion looking back at me
swirl my feet round, kick up sediment
watch my face spin
Now I move ever slow, ever fast
past signs, indications and vindication
A brain with wiring done wrong
neutral into live, screws not tightly in
chiselling away at miles, one million beats of my heart
no chance to reminisce