the colors keep emerging
right before my eyes
the filthy dark reflection
burns into my mind
where were you
where were you
my empty footsteps
a figure eight lie
my empty footsteps
a dance of mine
that never ends
that never hides
you see a shell
that's soft and smooth
illuminating
you
where were you
those morning years
when the earth went dry
those dawning years
a muted cry
that never begins
that which hides
won't you kick again?
