West River - Restorations

On the long ride up the west drive

Passing places I used to know

We’re all wired, twisted and storied

Glistening sheets of silver on silver

Plateau

Straight on until

Mulling over the different versions of the people I thought I’d be by now

Calling out to passing strangers

«How'd you get here?»

and «Why'd you stay?»

Plateau

Straight on until

I’ve been counting people per second, mouths per minute and eyes by the hour

From a rooftop on the north side

As uncertain

As unsure

Plateau

Straight on until

Because sometimes nothing happens