Playing in a child’s game
I never saw a meaning in the name
And all along I was the one doing the seeking
Or so I believed until your arrival…
Now realize that I only sought one place to hide myself after another
Light is getting low, and I feel as though you gave up You gave up looking for me All plain to see
For anyone outside of this skin
I’m wearing thin
And I’ll shed this version of me
A search for the edge, a name for the shape that hides you
From view…
Reduction of all but none, every path has led to one
Illusory conclusion of me in my own way…
All plain to see
For anyone outside of this skin that I taught myself to be And I’ll shed this version of me
A search for the edge, a name for the shape that hides you
From view…
I’m learning that all I hope to be
(Can begin only when I give in)
Crawling out from where I hide
When I give in…
And the light is getting low