I hear myself in someone else’s tone Words I never meant, but said alone Tried to anchor down, but stayed adrift Fell asleep inside a passing shift Silence hums beneath the floor I pace I fade out slow and leave no trace Nothing holds the way I thought it would I lost the thread, but it still feels good I’m caught in the drift again Soft as a whisper in wind Pulled through the shape of a thought Gone before I know what I lost Clouded eyes and second takes Moments fold and gently break I try to speak but end up still Sometimes the quiet knows the will I’m caught in the drift again Soft as a whisper in wind Pulled through the shape of a thought Gone before I know what I lost If I let go, will I land or float? Is there an end to the echo? Hands reach out, but nothing stays I'm just the dust the light obeys I’m caught in the drift again Soft as a whisper in wind Pulled through the shape of a thought Gone before I know what I lost
