Slomo

The skyline looks like a graph measuring hope and loneliness in Los Angeles
The pendulum goes back and forth, come take a ride on the swing set of sorts
A teardrop in slomo
20 thoughts, 50 thoughts, speed of light, a hundred thoughts flow
Feels like I can fly
I’m crawling out my window
To chase the sparks
See the beauty
Sing the B-sides
You’ve been living like, been living like, been living like you died
And there’s an older man at the corner store
And through his weathered eyes still sees a big bright world
A teardrop in slomo
20 thoughts, 50 thoughts, speed of light, a hundred thoughts flow
Feels like I can fly
I’m crawling out my window
To chase the sparks
Do you ever feel like letting go?
Is it rare that you recognize yourself?
And are you at sea on the street that you live on
Just treading water?
How much longer can you go?
A teardrop in slomo
20 thoughts, 50 thoughts, speed of light, a hundred thoughts flow
Feels like I can fly
I’m crawling out my window
To chase the sparks
The sparks
Sparks