A wall, pieced together with fragments of words
Was I too departed to see it grow?
So far I move along, carried by the tide
But now I see the flow of which I have no control
Each time you run away
Each time I pass the day
Deep down in the echo
Every time you leave me here
Every time you disappear
The quiet storm draws closer
For now, the memories return to face me
Each time, I turn away abashed, ashamed
Like frail larvae of weak facade
I prepare myself by focusing within
For now, I move along, carried by the tide
