Days don't make sense here

I wait for it

Some kind of sign

Words don't work here

A line which marks

The ordinary to sacred

I'm rooted to the spot

And the effect it has

Brings out everything I'm not

The past

Your words

Are visible

Are real

The past and present collide

The past and present collide

Can I let go?

Can I let go?

The past and present collide

The past and present collide

Can I let go?

Can I let go?

Is this an illusion?