Second Person

Swayed the reeds with the breath of a breeze
Sounds snuck out the first time that it started
All the needs that seem to be showed up at the place you disregarded
It's going to run along at the same time
Well nothing works because you don't care
It's stones thrown through glass homes
It glows through the hole
It goes to show
All is nothing that's all

Feign the line, shed this breath from yours to mine
Showed up at the last place you departed
Lowly it climbs on down where the spine made off like the matriarch departed
It's going to run along the same spine
Won't let it out because you don't care
And it's stones through glass homes
It glows through the whole
In a glance, in a second person left to hold
And in a moments time in taking what is reconciled the lesser things we throw away
And in its happenstance and falling from the jagged edge
What is there left to contemplate
I've always held the stance of someone lacking common sense
It's left me senseless in a way
And as it starts to sting, stepping from the scaffolding
The second person looks away
Away