I am found

As a body of keys

With no sound

Sleep for an age

The linen, gray upholstery

Lying under me

Riddles ways of how I may change

And I stay vexed

By the panoramic views in my head

And finding rhythm to these foreign days

I'm leaving

I'm going

Colors break and bend the ways our visions take hold of our eyes

And no one needs to know

Cause with time

It carries with the tide

I’m sinking

I'm going