Reflexion

It's one part of an empty place
Like a crater in
The middle of nothingness

While we labor in fantasy
Dragging out the pace of it

There's a portrait to make
Brushes learn how to follow lines of a hand with no trace
Of a pulse or even a sign that a life is in place
What do we do after a photo? We flash and erase
Had to fast for my appetite, what a sordid mistake
I just want to gift you a smile in the future we make
It's prediction at fault, for the flaw in my face
But I never could fix it, no I never could fix

It's the mark of another grade
Think we're lessonless
We make our way back again

While we labor in ignorance
Dragged down
By the weight of it

It's some room we prepare
If the window is open then I can finally breathe
If I eat when I'm by myself then I don't have to share
Matter fact If I'm keeping count I think that's what I need