Capillaries

We build utopian empires

We construct policy

Slumped over on bar stools

Stumbling through the streets

We are dreaming in vacuums

Where there's no gravity

All the words that we say never hold any weight

They are polished, they're perfect, pristine

Show cars on the street

Singing tongues over rhythm

Always searching for words

I'm alone in the backseat

In communion with chords

Tightened strings over fret boards

Transcend the distance of stars

But the light that's received is distant history

The present still lost in the dark

The downtown is deserted for suburbs and strip malls

The country inverted lit up by a cell phone

I'm mindlessly scrolling through numbers I won't ever choose

'Cause I can't call you

I wish I could call you

There is a dim light that shines from the opposite side of the lake

A haze over water, that something I can't quite attain

There is a canvas whose blankness is screaming, keeps me awake

I am wrong, I am flawed, but I am saved

So it's cheap beer and late nights just sitting outside talking dreams

That's how I remember it

It's blood always making its way to the tiniest veins

That's how I remember it

I woke on the floor of a stranger's apartment

Refilled pockets with spilled change

I walked out the front door into the descending rain

Occupying the empty space

Between the lines filling history's

Pages of war, kings, of famine, and fortune

The leaders, the fallen, magnificent chosen

Though I am a drop in the largest of oceans

Through unceasing motion

I'll cling to the constants

Sunrise and the sunset

Tempered yet unquiet

With fists buried in pockets