Population Density - Breton

I found the stacks of clothes

And form the catalyst that slow

You down eventually

I’ve greeted most of those

And punch the numbers in that seem

To make most sense to me

I’ve forged some call signs

Made up some small crimes

That brought the numbers

That were circling around me

Up to six

The more my hands wave

The more the long days

Turn into something I could

Barely be a part from once for all

Let’s work this out for you

And see if anything you know can be of use

I’m kicking both of you

And of anything of yours

Stay on top of it

Guess the end of it

They will still wait for us

Their gaps are infinite

There’s hope for us