9.Shoulders
Shoulders lean on a wall
Shadow a doorway
To nowhere at all
The sky has no surface
So you look at the floor
Eyes tire out when
You're searching for more
The crook of your shoulder
is where I belong
The crook of your shoulder
is where I belong
The crook of your shoulder
Like a fancy domed clock
Moves the sky over time
Looking behind me when
you're only in my mind
Searching is endless
When there's nothing to find
Someone brushed past me
My name shouted out
The voice in my head when
I'm walking about
Endlessly searching
To figure it out
The crook of your shoulder
is where I belong
The crook of your shoulder
is where I belong
The crook of your shoulder
Like a fancy domed clock
Moves the sky over time
Looking behind me when
you're only in my mind
Searching is endless
When there's nothing to find
Like a fancy domed clock
The sky is a circle
Days are repeated
Around over time
Instead of beginnings
The clock ticks
on and through
And through and
through and through
And through and
through and through
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