you keep looking like you're looking for something

all the while you see me, your eyes are seeing nothing

wishing and wanting that you're pull would attract

the metal fissure placed off kilter in the center of my back

dreaming of places, faces, and traces of to come memories

adimately seeking out ritualistic burnin' crates adrift the high seas

wish in case the tide will break in time & won't wound the past

falsly presenting a hold on future wishes colored in rhymes that last

yet your tones turn to gray to fill the portion of your eye

that used to color a story, now just fills w/ passionate lie

play the pawn in a game you're destined to fate to lose

mystery man cased in glass you have no choice to choose

keep staring and looking for something you won't find

places kept, saught by a misquided and untrained eye