words by dominic riccitello

to walk the edge
i call to name
three beats too hard
they say if you go back
there’s no one to go back to
i frolic in this motion
in a sense of chaos
we create in time
which is left motionless

it’s beyond you and i
belonging to fine light
darkness in shadows
cling to memories
like emotion in longing

you break to feign
create mishap in memory
childhood bliss only takes from what you give
you make motion in ever
music which belongs to feet
dancing in tune in a backseat you once knew

the distance, it pleads
does anyone ever know
where you go when you go
mirrors crack and the pieces leave
a type of shard you almost need

when you long to be
please create this motion in memory
to be ten in forty
some would die to be thirty
yet when you fall back to
there’s no one there beyond the longing
a time within desire and bliss
stolen bits
a clock which is stuck in this

we stand forth for
breaking down walls
but letting bricks expose themselves
time once moves
but it stops before you transcend to

make movement in reverie
but let the moment exist outside of
when the days pass
there’s nothing to go back to
you create happiness in the moment
dance with a beat to create each day
worth more than the previous

nothing to go back to
words by dominic riccitello