Nothing created nor destroyed  

Just the same eyes tugging at both ends

Always there's time to breathe  

And look around

Something trying to root us

Further into the ground 

Nothing really compromises  

Just left hanging  

When all tht was said 

Lost track of a real thing  

Hedged upon an open circle  

If you are everything ever supplied  

You are indeed one of a kind  

Something soft for my eyes  

To bring with it the hope that all the time  

You'd notice how much more of you I missed  

Tugging on the vine