Always coming and going, like the sun through a curtain
Take a photo with your mind, before it’s gone in time
Is there a perfect in between?
Must have seen it in a dream
Somewhere here or over there, it doesn’t matter to me
If I don’t hold on to something grounded and strong
I’ll just float away
A loose paper bag - carried up by wind
That’s what I told you in the big city
My mystery and your honesty has never hurt me
It's only guided me, repurposing all of the good I thought had left me
But it never left me
Breaking down all of the versions of myself that I got wrong
Shaking off all of the dust that had collected on this sorry heart
And I’m still learning, forever searching
But it never left me
It never left me