Space

There's no restriction where we touch brains
With skull caps removed.
It's a strange thought, I know.
I guess you'd just have to be there.
When I realized that I'd be turning thirty soon
The questions I'd been asking for many years
Got much louder and counted footsteps
In terms of mileage.
I haven't gained as much ground as I might've hope.
Have you seen my box of shadows?
It's where I keep my wishes to die.
It's a method of periodical drops to send word back home
That we're still on the grid.
The vibrations of certain moments
Are a timelines echolocation
That paints us the shapes and tells us the colors
Mapping us all with thumbtacks
To define an idea.

"Where are we now?", is a pertinant question.
However, I can't triangulate with two thumbs and a head rush.
If you leave me let me remember you in the way you danced
Before my shadow followed you and made you turn your head.
I'm sorry for wanting, I didn't mean to get that close.
Please forgive my eyes, they remember starvation.