End On End

I've had days of end on end

Where nothing changed cause nothing began.

Restless movement in an empty room,

Gathering shadows of a darkened blue.

And oh- it feels so strange- when it comes again.

Cycles of end on end, edges begin to blend, time

Following time, a pattern becomes defined.

I had a feeling from end to end.

Tried to catch it before it started again.

Pushed it away to force a laugh,

But inside I didn't have the breath.

And oh-it feels so strange