Under blinking overheads,
my coat collects the static threads
Miss the bus by seconds flat,
glass reflects where I once sat
The bending hum is breathing slow,
like a voice I used to know
Tastic keys and waters drip,
sync with steps I almost skip
Is someone else awake with me?
On this island built by circuitry Unread pings in pockets deep
I wait for signals in my sleep
A bench holds all I haven't said
Puddles frame a world reversed,
every echo gently cursed
I try the phone booth once again,
just to hear the line remain
Shelter here beneath the sign of roots long gone,
have worn out time
A route that loops but leads nowhere Still I ride,
like someone's there
Is someone else awake with me?
On this island built by circuitry