Cycles

the glass has been tipped over

we swim through the sand

searching for each other

we reach out our hands

but your face has no numbers

theyve faded away

I held my breath for too long

to see you todayits time to let the giant sleep

sometime well figure out a way to asktell me my friend

is this really the end?

have we climbed all these steps

just to fall down again?

so tell me my friend

what do you recommend?

should we finish the book

or just lay down the pen?the sun changed its shadow

it points to the beast

the strings start to unravel

youre last but not least

you kept the meter running

but then you stood still

I hear the sound of water

you added to the mill