Simple cellophane that kept me in place and away. I stepped through last night and those tiny pebbles scattered. Someone who was guiding me in their questioning slumps lower and lower, below my horizon. That sweet scent of dreaming won't pull me under anymore.
Firm appetite keeps me stepping in place and aligned. Hungry for more than a moments notice, needing the delayed gratification that only destiny can provide; that sweet string that keeps me.