What a carnival to be here,
singing in your city.
I love every little light,
the pieces of all things.
Clouds and trees fit neat together.
Each thing I can see
has a part in one kind song
whose beat pulses in me.
With a lie and a wave goodbye,
we slip into your city.
We make the most of one untruth,
find instead reality.

The truth of us is here:
Under cover
Falling apart
Coming together

And more than this, do I fit here?
Do my pieces spark with these?
My body breaks into its basest parts
which hang stuck in humidity.
And shaking with the effort of movement,
my eyes connect with light,
and eerie buildings keep appearing,
cluttering the skyline;
my feet strike hard each block of pavement;
call blades of grass to me;
Bits of sky come raining down:
I'm made whole by your city.

I did not aim for perfection
But I shot (with my eye on happiness)
I shot (and my arrow stuck)
I hit (and spilt your goodness)

The danger here has settled down:
this is what scares me.
Oh this seemed too good to be true,
like a fading movie scene.
I'm trying to undo this wrong
by meeting you half way,
keeping my lips to myself
.... half way.
We take turns engaging in sweetness,
lick nectar off the moon.
We stand firm although Earth turns.
We revolution too.

But this is all I know:
Things come together
Before things fall apart
Things come together

Suddenly I see us:
You're trying to make me walk faster
But I catch our gentle reflections
In the dark windows of an empty building
I seem so child-like, frail
Being led along by my opposing twin
My force, the speed to create my direction
The vector of us floats in glass
As wispy as water, we move out
My mind turns back to pieces
Where do we fit in this place?

I just know simple truths:
Things come together
A key in a lock
A foot in a shoe

I find my perfect fit:
To own who I am
A key turns in me
I belong in your promised land