The colors blur the edges fade
A voice is speaking but I can't say
It's like a dream that doesn't stay
A fleeting shape that slips away
The clocks don't tick the air won't move
A silent pull a shattered groove
The floor's too smooth the light too loud
I drift alone inside the crowd
It hums beneath it slips it turns
A quiet place where nothing burns
No weight no pull no solid ground
Just static whispers all around
The sky bends low the stars don't shine
A hollow ache a crooked line
The day dissolves it folds in two
And leaves a shadow out of view
A name forgotten a note misplaced
A phantom touch an empty space
It all falls soft like fading rain
And leaves no trace just ghost remains
It hums beneath it slips it turns
A quiet place where nothing burns
The voices rise then drift away
A fleeting tune I can't replay
Time twists thin it bends it breaks
A wave that sways a thread that shakes
It's not the fall it's standing still
The aching space the hollow thrill
The hum grows louder the colors fuse
A spark ignites a choice to choose
I reach for something in the air
And find the thread that holds me there
The blur recedes the lines align
A fleeting shape begins to shine
I touch the ground I find the sound
And feel the weight that pulls me down