The Overload

A terrible signal

Too weak to even recognize

A gentle collapsing

The removal of the insides

I'm touched by your pleas

I value these moments

We're order than we realize

In someone's eyes

A frequent returning

And leaving unnoticed

A condition of mercy

A change in the weather

A view to remember

The center is missing

They question how the future lies

In someone's eyes

The gentle collapsing

Of every surface

We travel on the quiet road

The overload