Walking through endless words,
Walking in a thought.
Feeding on [bad word] of light 
fragments of the sun.
Pounding [bad word] on 
every step makes it your last.
Something you see 
when looking up, is looking back.
 
And her eyes
you know that she needs you now.
And your voice
you know that she hears it now.
Thumping bright city lights
reprint of the stars.
Thinking there is somewhere
you should go that isn’t Now.
 
And her eyes
you know that she needs you now,
And your voice
you know that she hears it now.

In her eyes
you know that she needs you now,
And her voice
just know that it calls you now.