A dog eared page

I only read before I sleep

And I’m complete without a bookmark to save me

Memory is a time piece

Nothing permanent or so I’m finding

If you’re the book and I’m the binding

A better life I know could find me

Dreaming in sequence

Too frequently to tell

What goes around comes around ten fold

You’ve built a glass ceiling in your temple

New again or just pretend

A catalyst of consequence

Memory is a time piece

Nothing permanent or so I’m finding

If you’re the book and I’m the binding

A better life I know could find me

Dreaming in sequence

Too frequently to tell

What goes around comes around ten fold

You’ve built a glass ceiling in your temple

New again or just pretend

A catalyst of consequence

Intrepid betterment for my reference

I thought I’d pull some strings for my leverage

To focus on the things that make myself content with being separate

If we were meant to stay in the same place

Then we would all be trees with our roots buried

If we were meant to stay in the same place

Then we would all be trees with our roots buried

A dog eared page

I only read before I sleep

And I’m complete without a bookmark to save me

Memory is a time piece nothing

Permanent or so I’m finding

If you’re the book and I’m the binding

A better life I know could find me

Memory is a time piece nothing

Permanent or so I’m finding

If you’re the book and I’m the binding

A better life I know could find me