Laps of Time

She climbs mountains, I climb me
Slow motion or timelapsing
Steals my breath so suddenly

She sings sweet songs, I write me
Striving pens, old albums sing
Take my breath and let me be

Questions and I’m the only one asking
Maybe they already know
Maybe they just don’t care
I don’t know how to tell
Songs stop at the right time, send signs
I get so confused and quiet
Doing laps
Laps of time
Come on can we know the answer?

She hears echoes, I hear me
Slow motion or timelapsing
Whispering while Filter sings

She draws new songs, I see me
Like a rock or fluttering
On my own and feeling free

Peaking peaks lift imagination over the range
Sky dissipates growing natural beauty
Dying to be known