It just… always escapes me.
Forever far. Forever fleeting.
The stars never seem to line up.

The world never spins my way.
Aways running. Always racing.
The harmony is never in sync.

It just…always escapes me.
Infinitely distant. Intimately scarce.
It pains me to say, the scale is never even, never in line.

The circles all look square.
Hatefully out of reach. Painfully untouchable. The shapes are never what they really are, or what they need to be.

I always wonder where they are.
The scattered pieces. The spilled out feelings. Broken up across the plain.
I can’t remember when they were the same.

It just… always escapes me.
In my hands, then out of mind.
It just… always escapes me.
Friends for a breath, strangers the next. It just… always escapes me.
Changing with the tide, ever expanding our divide. It just… always escapes me.