Such little thoughts and actions
Bring us closer and closer into a spiral of confusing places
Traveling farther from our once safe spaces
I'm wary, I'm worried, I'm wasting away
Taking our thoughts and minds in a tempest's sway
Bring me meaning, or bring me chaos
Be that less or more
Is that three seconds, or four?
On the clock as I start to drift to sleep
Down that winding path again.
