In this race there's no keeping pace
Bare foot under naked skies
Masks unveil and so does clouds
Remark, sun stands high
The price of pursuit will cost your feet

Close enough isn't closing in
You won't ever climb high enough
You won't ever run fast enough

Point a finger down righteousness' path
They will follow you and lift you up
You shall never walk again

Exposure lies in the eye of the beholder
We see what we're presented with
But are you willing to look a little further?

Close enough isn't closing in
You won't ever climb high enough
You won't ever run fast enough

Close enough isn't closing in
We're closing in, we're climbing higher and higher
We're closing in, we're running faster and faster

Confine these treacherous undoings
We choose what we're given. And I live
so I'll live in these brief unmeasurable intervals
called moments. But the only thing I get to keep are
the sticks and stones. Just like memories
these will break and crumble in to scraps and splinters
in the palms of my hands. When the hourglass has been
crushed I am just a man pouring my own sand in the
pools I created. So I look up
staring wide then sealing my eye lids tight
crossing fingers over hands hearing myself screaming to
this man on the moon. It's too loud
can he even hear my cries? I dream of spinning wheels
marking the late canopies when they should drive me home
Don't fly away again little mocking bird
you should sing for me. It's been so long since I heard
the melody of a thousand running springs
Now the reminiscence just reminds me of myself
Why would I need to tell myself about how I never learned
to fly with my own arms, and how can anyone cloud state
even listen if I couldn't. My feet are soar from all this
dancing with an axe in my arm, it never tasted wood
and I can never really build a ladder tall enough
I can climb these walls around me and I can outrun my past
but only for so long, until there are no winds to catch the
sails that I've sown and my lungs have dried out from all
the anger I've burnt. I'll be staring wide at the velvet
canopy, then closing my eyes, crossing fingers over hands
hearing myself whispering words of hope and humility to a
wind that I believe will carry my prayers to one who listens