Near is my gaze, downcast my face. The trudging just quickens with time. An ocean awaits, heart palpitates in effort to make known it's cries. Life has a way of shifting it's shape once you finally begin to catch on. The foundation's rattled and all that you once thought was wrong...might not be so wrong. Store's open late, fortunately. Medication's on my plate tonight. Purchase with haste and head for the gates. A rendezvous with solitude, then again I'm not always correct. Perch nights set me free from bonds making this heart bleed and quietly weep. Life has a way of shifting it's shape once you finally begin to catch on. Foundation's rattled and all that you once thought was...far from home. Not so far off. They watch my every step. Far from home wrapped in blackened robes. Black thoughts which they hold. Channel by day, haven by night. All memories fade in hopes that this might. Starlight intruders, obscure what they will. If this is what's wrong, why couldn't I be right? Cigarette embers are my only light.