Navigating solitude and privatized compassion

It just don't add up, no it don't add up

Kenosha's screaming out for justice in the captions

But it don't add up, no it don't add up

All while stuck here dreaming of "an outside"

Pacing indents in the floor

Scraping every memory for latent serotonin

But it don't show up, no it don't show up

I dropped the shutter down and set the lens to focus

But it don't show up, no it don't show up

Now we're tracing narratives of motion

Calm, perpetual and strong

It ain't all that hard to find

Between a fractured country's finest lines

It ain't all that hard to find

To find

Meet the morning with your eyes wide

I've been waiting for you all night

Trying to light it up

Until it's bright enough

To dig our heels in for the onslaught

Of every battle yet to be fought

And all the inertia of things left to be

So make me a blind contour drawing of the future

Capturing the form in all its grace, flaws, ritual and promise