I lost one, found one

I went back to the beginning with it

The marking

I want more of your ideas

And less of your infinite



Looked in, I looked out

The placement, that would never fit

Forgetful, that to look is the instinct

But the ?leave? takes the flesh with it

Don’t look at me now

Look at my intellect

The things I leave behind like footsteps



Ahhh look at you turning out the light

I lost one

Ahhh look at you turning out the light

The question

Ahhh look at you turning out the light

Lost one

Ahhh look at you turning out the light

(I lost one)



Don’t look at me now

Look at my intellect

The things I leave behind like footsteps



We place, strong things

Reflections, of the battle within

Suggesting, that the ?end? is the action

That preserves what is intimate



Ahhh look at you turning out the light

I lost one

Ahhh look at you turning out the light

The question

Ahhh look at you turning out the light

Lost one

Ahhh look at you turning out the light

(I lost one)



Don’t look at me now

Look at my intellect

The things I leave behind like footsteps

Don’t look at me now

Look at my intellect

The things I leave behind like footsteps



I lost one

The question

Lost one



Lost one