Snakes & Ladders - Imminence

[00:24.156]In this race there's no keeping pace.
[00:30.806]Bare foot under naked skies.
[00:32.849]Masks unveil and so does clouds.
[00:35.958]Remark, sun stands high.
[00:39.027]The price of pursuit will cost your feet.
[00:50.238]Close enough isn't closing in.
[00:54.931]Close enough isn't closing in.
[00:59.023]Close enough isn't closing in.
[01:02.589]You won't ever climb high enough.
[01:05.645]Close enough isn't closing in.
[01:08.726]You won't ever run fast enough.
[01:14.897]Point a finger down righteousness' path.
[01:17.469]They will follow you and lift you up.
[01:28.251]You shall never walk again.
[01:33.866]Exposure lies in the eye of the beholder.
[01:39.983]Exposure lies in the eye of the beholder.
[01:46.147]We see what we're presented with.
[01:49.212]But are you willing to look a little further?
[01:55.869]Close enough isn't closing in.
[01:58.396]Close enough isn't closing in.
[02:02.517]Close enough isn't closing in.
[02:06.617]Close enough isn't closing in.
[02:10.216]You won't ever climb high enough.
[02:12.252]Close enough isn't closing in.
[02:15.860]You won't ever run fast enough.
[02:17.903]Close enough isn't closing in.
[02:21.463]You won't ever climb high enough.
[02:24.036]Close enough isn't closing in.
[02:27.105]You won't ever run fast enough.
[02:30.677]Close enough isn't closing in.
[02:33.760]We're closing in, we're climbing higher and higher.
[02:39.291]We're closing in, we're running faster and faster.
[02:42.401]We're closing in, we're climbing higher and higher.
[02:48.560]We're closing in, we're running faster and faster.
[03:27.886]Confine these treacherous undoings.
[03:29.451]We choose what we're given.
[03:30.963]And I live, so I'll live in these brief unmeasurable intervals called moments.
[03:34.067]But the only thing I get to keep are the sticks and stones.
[03:37.185]Just like memories, these will break and crumble into scraps and splinters in the palms of my hands.
[03:41.462]When the hourglass has been crushed
[03:43.381]I am just a man pouring my own sand in the pools I created.
[03:47.253]So I look up, staring wide then sealing my eye lids tight,
[03:49.956]Crossing fingers over hands hearing myself screaming to this man on the moon.
[03:54.247]It's too loud, can he even hear my cries?
[03:57.725]I dream of spinning wheels marking the late canopies
[04:00.441]When they should drive me home.
[04:02.382]Don't fly away again little mocking bird, you should sing for me.
[04:05.850]It's been so long since I heard the melody of a thousand running springs.
[04:09.333]Now the reminiscence just reminds me of myself.
[04:12.054]Why would I need to tell myself about how I never learned to fly with my own arms,
[04:15.555]And how can anyone cloud state even listen if I couldn't.
[04:18.642]My feet are soar from all this dancing with an axe in my arm,
[04:22.143]It never tasted wood and I can never really build a ladder tall enough.
[04:25.651]I can climb these walls around me and I can outrun my past but only for so long,
[04:29.542]Until there are no winds to catch the sails that I've sown
[04:31.480]And my lungs have dried out from all the anger I've burnt.
[04:35.010]I'll be staring wide at the velvet canopy, then closing my eyes,
[04:40.459]Crossing fingers over hands hearing myself whispering words of hope and humility
[04:46.329]To a wind that I believe will carry my prayers to one who listens.