Specks of sun,
They’re in my eyes
I’ve been told I talk in my dreams
Maybe it’s where we freely speak
Letters of strange conjuctions
Fall from the mouth like ripened apples
Ready to eat, you feel audacious
Less like you did, it’s in the hours
Tomorrow brings accountability
To you, to me
I’ve been trying to figure out
What I saw, made me thaw
You caught me by surprise
Maybe it’s when we finally sleep
Letters in strange conjunctions
They’re streaming out like muddy waters
Quenching your thirst, you feel it tower
Less like you did; it’s in the hours
Tomorrow brings accountability
To you, to me
