The Curve - Crying

Remote and resting in a grove

She removed a piece of paper from her pocket

Unfolding what used to be a crane

Just to prove a moment went by without talking

Then, in secret, she hid by the shore

Digging for something more

What lies beyond the curve?

I couldn’t stand to linger

Slow infinite crawl towards something I «deserve» …

Regardless of pleasures that she reaps

From wandering, destinations remain disconnected

Because staring out across the lake

Was but a wild distraction from what she neglected

In spite of encountering a lock

Why couldn’t I think to knock?

What lies beyond the curve?

I couldn’t stand to linger

Slow infinite crawl towards somewhere I belong …

From the quiet, there was the sound of rain

Comes and goes without knowing certain when

From the quiet, there was the sound of rain

Comes and goes without knowing certain when