Before The Meaning

it used to catch me every time a thought would rise, I’d make it mine build a story, build a case lose myself inside the frame but now I see it as it starts before it reaches for a part before the meaning I see it rise it don’t get to tell me who I am this time before the meaning it comes and goes no weight to carry no one to hold memories knocking at the door but they don’t pull me in no more just a whisper passing through no identity to glue it fades before it takes a shape no need to fight, no need to break before the meaning I see it rise it don’t get to tell me who I am this time every label falls apart nothing sticks to what I am no story left to guard no need to understand before the meaning before the meaning