melted - trip

I know I said that before, But before was just before Knowing how it'd sound later. Put somewhere safe, Safe enough to escape. Not lost, Just un-find-able. Yeah, un-find-able. That's official enough. The place was supposed to remember, That was the forgotten arrangement. Every explanation opens another situation, Leaving the first patient waiting. Going back should shorten the way, But that's not how it plays. Say less. Go mess. No stress. Put somewhere safe, Safe enough to escape. Not lost, Just un-find-able. Yeah, un-find-able. That's official enough. The past keeps adding rooms, We passed the old rooms at last. Someone said they understood Before anything was clear enough To misunderstand. Then it got clarified. Good. Over-clarified. No. Too many windows now. No. Too many windows now. The subject didn't change, It softened, Then leaked into the next, Pretending it was always subjected subjectively. A question arrived, The answer got nervous. The answer heard itself answering, Changed clothes halfway through. Proof is strange. The moment proof is shown, It becomes proof that proof was needed. Everything looks rehearsed After someone asks what happened. Even silence looks prepared. Especially silence.