The Dance of Shifting Spectrum
We can be friends here
Neither of us claim this place
Why would anyone?
My hair stands on end
Without a touch you show me
You're more than you seem
So we adventure
I paint the walls with dreamscapes
You gather the words
We do fall away
But Hope's Hope echoed back then
Even as today
Imbalanced partners
But who can judge in what way?
Playing patty-cake
We learn our own dance
Each committing our own parts
Saving them for years
Life loses its grip
The Doppler effect exposed
Turning orange to red
Now a distance rose
But in some ways very close
And right on the mark
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