it is all waiting
imagine, a world out there
it is all waiting
and sometimes I wish
you would tell me everything
for now, for never
and let the shadows rush in
dreams to dusty souls
in darkness so blank and weightless
to let out a dream
of all those high-minded things
so do it, tell me
constellations in your eyes
all the telling things
like bending branches
we sit on knowing they break
all over the same
