Fade away and disintegrate

Dust only to dust and stay

Humble in the way

In which you plant your pretty precious feet

My patience is going grey

Faster than you think

On and on and on again

Witness it in tunnel vision

Under all the exhaustion

Each imperfect piece expects to fit

Move me

To believe in each and every word you speak

Or slip on another squandered opportunity

To cut through the noise so deep you hit an artery

Then swoop in like a saviour

And insist on sweeping me off my feet

On and on and on again

Witness it in tunnel vision

Under all the exhaustion

Do the pieces fit?

The pieces fit

On and on and on again

Terrified in tunnel vision

Out from under exhaustion

Each imperfect piece expects to fit