Lines and motion
Make vision blur
Patterns of order and chaos
Dictating every move
A week has past
And I don’t even notice the sun is shining today
Breath moves in and out
Through lungs who have forgotten they breathe
As a heart taps out a pattern of mundane
I’m an indifferent passenger
Moving at the speed of nothing
And falling at the speed of everything
Cloud shapes capture my longing eyes
As the scenery flies
By and by I come
Aspiration and inhibition holding hands
In the complicated simplicity of oppression
But understanding is a 3-edged sword:
You, me, and the truth
