abstractions
hiding in my favorite stacks..
run my fingers over leather binding, taste dust, musty and worn.
feeling warm, though my energy's taxed..
run my mind over all my findings, think of us and how we're torn.
i close my eyes, within me rises sentiment
a council meeting, a parliament of heart.. rewrite the rules and the plan.
i can't blame the players.. i can't blame the man who thinks he can
i was mid-step when you turned around, you found me out
i've been the one who should've said.. i've been the one who's wondered when
perhaps i'm wrong and i've always been
dancing between shelves of history on paper, monumental, inconsequential
and i am a piece of it all
i am a piece of the wooden frame
quietly, all in the same
i am a piece.