Horizon Line

As the gaze shifts inward, tracing another course Somehow always keeping step with gathering storms And always running due north Searching through all the tapestries And the compositions for faux reprieve, another blank face I am nothing more than just sweet rain, and the page I'll make the whole world an enemy Over a self-inflicted elegy Shy away just sweet rain over extend Storied cut to short in a script I can't end I am nothing, just sweet rain, and the page I am nothing, and now the gaze shifts inward I am nothing, just sweet rain, and the page I am nothing Ammonia patterned glass Covered in sun-kissed cracks And all this will come to pass I'll turn around, I'm coming back Hang on, I'm gone My fault, I'll drone on Hang on, I'm gone I-80 not long