A frame is closed
Locked out of a place he’d want to know
But the fruition of all, is to throw it away
A safe, isolated, place to stay
But when he hears her voice
He thinks he’s finally found his place
Before, his only choice
Is to avoid, being stuck in space
Where belonging is just an illusion
Whenever he hears her, he belongs for a moment
A odd icicle of a conclusion
One that isn’t too be taken literally
But is fun to imagine in the head
It’s much more fun that being out of it, while in bed
Where ambitions and impact matters
It evaporates when he hears her and he belongs
Where it no longer matters his swan song
