Is this the opening to a movie?
Is this the music someone uses when walking to the mound?
Is this the ending of an important scene
That I should remember the next time I'm around?
When the sky is falling in itself like a hand around a can of a man thats thirsty for just about everything else
When the ground is rising up and I'm neck deep in dirt
digging through the surface tension hoping to hear that sound

Is that the pen to write the script about a guy who's got nothing left but his memories?
Is that the pen to write the pilot of a future that I want so sincerely to be?
Lemme wipe the stars from your eyes so I can place my own squares and circles and great things I've done and have come to know
You'll have no choice but when you're burning to a crisp to cling to the idea that ideas like mine could possibly exist

Is that snare about me
Should I stare across the
Plateaus of pedestrians crossing
Streets to get to streets that contain my beat in their steps
That go 1, 2, 3, 4