Opalescent

I find my spirit searching in the morning light

Wondering, will it come back to me or forever exist in hindsight

A distant memory now, putting it all in sound

I walk a fine line between being lost and being found

Marco Polo give me a clue, any direction I could use

To make sense of the way I walk alone but still with you

And I subdue my sympathetic, if it falls I'mma let it

I got a job to do and if I don't, I'll regret it

I'm at a loss sitting, trying to articulate the

Loneliness I feel knocking on heaven's gate