Wondering if my heart repairs awoken up by mindless glances 
Thoughts creep in as tide to sand  
what lengths in time that counts your birth 
ends in a blunder of misguided angst 

tremors outside by hammering street venues
yelling in languages outside of my reach 
calming faces of abundance in personality 
walk past as choreographed motions into abyss 

Feel as it is for recognition of heart manual in effect
eyes wide open but felt closed by blinded light in the sky 
bleak patterns on each wall as reminder to obtain knowledge in trends
stale bread reminding the passing through time is slow and steady 
Can I push a repeat or mute for a timeless relevant 

Shower like pebbles hitting my skin in removing nights mystery 
Clean sent as fresh start in recognition of retrying it all over 
Smile because no one cares to express what's hidden within 
Walking out into the world full of choreographed steps and stale bread