Collector - The Receiver

You trickle down from out of the ceiling

In hollow space so dark and cool.

And where you land is where I am layered.

I rise and pile out of pools.

Who are you today?

Won’t you shed some light

Or will you keep me on ice?

When you’re in drops am I your collector

In puddles gathered around my feet?

But if you, you decide to run,

Break me from this ground I grow on.

Take the space that we never filled

And give me a view of what is outside and above.

Old water cools and pushes me closer.

In broken streams you aren’t so high.

But what I reach is just what you left there,

All block and brittle, multiplied.

So when you, you decide to run

Break me from this ground I grow on.

Take the space that we never filled

And give me a view of what is outside and above.

So when you, you decide to run

Break me from this ground we grew on.

Take the space that we’ll never fill

And give me a view of what is outside

So I can see just where I stand.

But who will you be today?

Won’t you shed me some light

Or will you keep me on ice?