Waypoint

Coming or going Wilting or growing I've drawn a beat But the waypoint is floating Shrug my shoulders Blur my eyes Hide the hole in my soul With a skeleton disguise Silver halides Ferric oxides Soak up the noise From a Gentleman's demise Dig up some soil Plant some seeds Fill my belly with the breath That blows through the trees And it's all here In this phono album The mid night's clear It has become This narrative Should be forgotten The coast is clear It's time to run We might be frightened We might be scared But we face the darkness Completely aware And it's all here In this phono album The midnights clear It has become This narrative in denouement How does it end It's time to run Coming or going Wilting or growing Coming or going Wilting or growing