Seasons change
Past versions wash away
Reclaim again
A tidal wave
Mourning comes
Over trust withdrawals
Lost in a cold enclasp
Of stone full traps
What you give
Challenging to accept
Foreign to the pained
Recipients
Time
The when to learn
Dictates the curve
Are we justified?
Made up of clocks
Elastic sponge
And built to expire
Seasons change
Past versions wash away
Reclaim again
A tidal wave
Seasons change
Images re-arrange
Reclaim again
A final wave
Floating vows
Lower than drones of worms
Gliding right through the ground
Form empty sounds
Steaming glass
Focusing on the lack
That thing that shaped the bruise
Comes to renew
Climb
It came through winds
Swung back again
And rained on desire
Presents as though
They think they know
They're not worth your time
Seasons change
Past versions wash away
Reclaim again
A tidal wave
Seasons change
Images re-arrange
Reclaim again
A final wave
A final wave
