Capillaries

We build utopian empires
 We construct policy
 Slumped over on bar stools
 Stumbling through the streets
 We are dreaming in vacuums
 Where there's no gravity
 All the words that we say never hold any weight
 They are polished, they're perfect, pristine
 Show cars on the street
 Singing tongues over rhythm
 Always searching for words
 I'm alone in the backseat
 In communion with chords
 Tightened strings over fret boards
 Transcend the distance of stars
 But the light that's received is distant history
 The present still lost in the dark
 The downtown is deserted for suburbs and strip malls
 The country inverted lit up by a cell phone
 I'm mindlessly scrolling through numbers I won't ever choose
 'Cause I can't call you
 I wish I could call you
 There is a dim light that shines from the opposite side of the lake
 A haze over water, that something I can't quite attain
 There is a canvas whose blankness is screaming, keeps me awake
 I am wrong, I am flawed, but I am saved
 So it's cheap beer and late nights just sitting outside talking dreams
 That's how I remember it
 It's blood always making its way to the tiniest veins
 That's how I remember it
 I woke on the floor of a stranger's apartment
 Refilled pockets with spilled change
 I walked out the front door into the descending rain
 Occupying the empty space
 Between the lines filling history's
 Pages of war, kings, of famine, and fortune
 The leaders, the fallen, magnificent chosen
 Though I am a drop in the largest of oceans
 Through unceasing motion
 I'll cling to the constants
 Sunrise and the sunset
 Tempered yet unquiet
 With fists buried in pockets