Break this down into tiniest pieces
No idea, if you've come all this way
Take a break, marshal all of your conscience
Not to let it persist for a decade
To distract me from falling apart

Fill the space for distraction with singing
Sing until half our voices give out
Half-asleep, be the half that awakens
Drag us back to the relevant dawn

Shuffle memories and viewpoints like a sheaf of old paper
Pay attention to several, pick apart and consider them
Pick a moment to summarise, hold it up to the light and look
Not a fear of uncertainty, nor a blink for how long it took

Said it's working, come on, this is working!
If you notice you hold it in doubt
Hold excitement in one of your hands outstretched
So it blinds you a little less loud

Step across from this sliver of consciousness
Pull a thread of it this way and that
Tie a knot in it, write it all down for you
So it scaffolds my looking ahead
It'll soon be tomorrow, it often is