Snakes & Ladders-Imminence

[00:24.156]In this race there's no keeping pace. [00:30.806]Bare foot under naked skies. [00:32.849]Masks unveil and so does clouds. [00:35.958]Remark, sun stands high. [00:39.027]The price of pursuit will cost your feet. [00:50.238]Close enough isn't closing in. [00:54.931]Close enough isn't closing in. [00:59.023]Close enough isn't closing in. [01:02.589]You won't ever climb high enough. [01:05.645]Close enough isn't closing in. [01:08.726]You won't ever run fast enough. [01:14.897]Point a finger down righteousness' path. [01:17.469]They will follow you and lift you up. [01:28.251]You shall never walk again. [01:33.866]Exposure lies in the eye of the beholder. [01:39.983]Exposure lies in the eye of the beholder. [01:46.147]We see what we're presented with. [01:49.212]But are you willing to look a little further? [01:55.869]Close enough isn't closing in. [01:58.396]Close enough isn't closing in. [02:02.517]Close enough isn't closing in. [02:06.617]Close enough isn't closing in. [02:10.216]You won't ever climb high enough. [02:12.252]Close enough isn't closing in. [02:15.860]You won't ever run fast enough. [02:17.903]Close enough isn't closing in. [02:21.463]You won't ever climb high enough. [02:24.036]Close enough isn't closing in. [02:27.105]You won't ever run fast enough. [02:30.677]Close enough isn't closing in. [02:33.760]We're closing in, we're climbing higher and higher. [02:39.291]We're closing in, we're running faster and faster. [02:42.401]We're closing in, we're climbing higher and higher. [02:48.560]We're closing in, we're running faster and faster. [03:27.886]Confine these treacherous undoings. [03:29.451]We choose what we're given. [03:30.963]And I live, so I'll live in these brief unmeasurable intervals called moments. [03:34.067]But the only thing I get to keep are the sticks and stones. [03:37.185]Just like memories, these will break and crumble into scraps and splinters in the palms of my hands. [03:41.462]When the hourglass has been crushed [03:43.381]I am just a man pouring my own sand in the pools I created. [03:47.253]So I look up, staring wide then sealing my eye lids tight, [03:49.956]Crossing fingers over hands hearing myself screaming to this man on the moon. [03:54.247]It's too loud, can he even hear my cries? [03:57.725]I dream of spinning wheels marking the late canopies [04:00.441]When they should drive me home. [04:02.382]Don't fly away again little mocking bird, you should sing for me. [04:05.850]It's been so long since I heard the melody of a thousand running springs. [04:09.333]Now the reminiscence just reminds me of myself. [04:12.054]Why would I need to tell myself about how I never learned to fly with my own arms, [04:15.555]And how can anyone cloud state even listen if I couldn't. [04:18.642]My feet are soar from all this dancing with an axe in my arm, [04:22.143]It never tasted wood and I can never really build a ladder tall enough. [04:25.651]I can climb these walls around me and I can outrun my past but only for so long, [04:29.542]Until there are no winds to catch the sails that I've sown [04:31.480]And my lungs have dried out from all the anger I've burnt. [04:35.010]I'll be staring wide at the velvet canopy, then closing my eyes, [04:40.459]Crossing fingers over hands hearing myself whispering words of hope and humility [04:46.329]To a wind that I believe will carry my prayers to one who listens.