lines wobble

the crystal shimmer reflection of the light through liquid glass like the long heat rising through the dry old bits of grass oh the fizzle of surmising on the why will always last as long as there's a question, and a darkness, and a past, and the answers always light, and a future, and a way, thats the opposite of that though they're probably just the same and who's to say what's wrong or right it's judgement that's to blame and we all know that we're alright, it's just from where we came