Familiar Haze - Frameworks

Your years will pass you by in braids of smoke

Keeping what you can in the cup of your hands

Your years will linger in the fabrics of your clothes

Settle in the folds and sheets of your bed

There as a scent

To remind you of the hazy games

Memory can play

No one cared to warn you your days would

Slowly plot against you

Taking what they can

Your feelings of forever sprang a leak

Spitting out your youth in constant waves of weeks

This is it

Your complex contest to feel content

Taking what you can get

This is it

Your complex contest

With your army of grey days

On the march

At best, you’ll find new ways to mute the monotony

At best, you’ll try and forget

At best, you’ll push 60

Sleeping at night properly

Coping with the possibility

The extent to your life has all been lived out