Slow by Still

it's sad attraction that causes us torment

and my predictions are suffering, at best

operation "connect-your-feet-to-the-floor"

is stealing heartbeats away and closing doors

must we defend the need to pretend?

correction!

nothing is set for us, and i'm

convinced departure engages us to try

and find direction without a crutch to perform

a sad perception that goes on unexplored

a stale emotion, a partner on a string

prepared attraction, and severed with a ring

now: i'm reluctance, and you're integrity

a dialogue reads "it's all we know"

grand insight cannot feel this dead

it's how we dive and descend

this is a pact we've made to discover

eachother we're building alone

it's fair to think that time's the instrument

apply the talent - expanding infinite.