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Wristwise

He Films the Clouds
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Too many voices in the wilderness I'm running just to keep the noise dense Porous intention More or less of foul retention The spirit pinned beneath the will of thoughts to go on Have I become part of a question that we are no longer asking? Tell me what it's like to believe in yourself I can't And it bothers me Did I deserve this? Would I know why? 'Cause I don't think I can make it this time I've been where you are I've seen what you sought Reaching to your fault And going too far Float on the lakefront Lost to yourself As you drift away under the archway I've been where you are, and seen what you sought One last attempt to call out to your own The last of all The last of meek and calm airlifts And dreams become a figment of themselves The last of all Broken fingers graze weathered soles (Bent lulls) What's left of care is on the back end. Hellacious cold makes it so I can't come back This is what rest is for me Can you tell me what it's like When you can't, but override your low? Can you tell me what it's like When you can't, but override your low? Your doubt? Your fault? I've been where you are I've seen what you sought Reaching to your fault And going too far Float on the lakefront Lost with yourself As you drift away under the archway I've been where you are and seen what you sought One last attempt to call out to your own The last of all