Breathing Room - 8STOPS7

Itâ?

s fading much faster now

Soulâ?

s in need of a little turnaround

I need a recess

I need an interlude

From this waiting

This breathing room

So in focus so in tune

But too misled to be excused

To hide behind a weak defense

Of this bitter taste

That I left upon your lenient mind quickly turning into spite

I am paralyzed in shame

To yield the way I was today

But in this waning light thereâ?

s

No mysteries,

No enigmas,

No entangling webs

Wrapped around this idle time

It comes in like a flood,

No debates,

No vain suspicions

Itâ?

s when the day retires

What remains

Whatâ?

s being denied

So in focus so in tuned but too misplaced to be removed

My ambitions never leave much room to think about these things

Of all my wasted aptitude

In my aimless, blind pursuits

My intentions never leave much room for me

Much less for you

But in this waning light thereâ?

s

No mysteries,

No enigmas,

No entangling webs

Wrapped around this idle time

It comes in like a flood,

No debates,

No vain suspicions

Itâ?

s when the day retires

What remains

Whatâ?

s being denied?

My angel brings to me a waterfall

For tonight I am consumed

She faces east praying the sun will calm her restless heart confused

I am aware

But show no concern

It only feeds this disarray

I am aware

I am afraid