The Quickening

Godspeed us to save this place

Godspeed us to states of grace

Fate is something that I pray stays stronger than your self restraint

We all have eyes but few can see that we're already in the place to be

Let's write out doubt so gracefully

The living rhythms start again with yet another night to spend on unseen wires and window panes

We can share the same last name

If these lines could rearrange to redesign a perfect frame, pictures painting us in place, breathing life; exhaling space

Don't you know that your best friends don't make you question your confidence? But don't let it bruise your ego

Bad boy, where to go? What to Prove? Don't you know those who move fast always fall? In pride, in shame, inside it all feels the same. Godspeed for one more night