Geometry and tragedy
Countless points on an endless line
Collapse into me and I will into you
Like a Babylon of paper dolls

You don’t give yourself to suffering
You keep moving forward into time
I can’t get passed this forever point
Hurting as if to acknowledge life

We try to build a triangular world
Only perceiving the bold base line
Accept infinitesimal heartache
And make peace with where we are now

Horizons forever retreating, broken hearts still beating
Stick figures in a linear world
We lie together on this cold spring morning
Holding hands before a rising round sun