Forgetting where the roads align, bowing out the back again, something made it over:

A chance to cross the shards you see

Friends'll wonder while you do and some of it is stranger, filing on:
"The steps are gone and I've almost got the rest put down!"

Coming back has spun away a month of unremembered moves

Lucky might be better made stopping at the water's glare
We sit around enough, I guess
When's it going to happen, taken since

The spoken hours?: scenes that needed playing out

Is it how you say it right? The pauses and the turnings, too...
Some things that I hold on