Could it really be what you want
After so long to have felt it?

Would it alter you? Set you back?
Aren't you too old, too done, too raw, too new?

And does it take two?
Does that include you?
And just who are you?

Does it only seem half as true
as your silence and surrender?

Did you tie it off with bolts of cloth?
Do you never reach the sender?

Did it inform you of what you always knew?
And could this be true?

You're always intact
Keep it all back
Only a moment
Safe for a moment

When you're chasing nothing
Some disappointment
Some grand illusion

Nothing so foolish
As some grand illusions