Grasping

Tracing slow, eyes glance, hands cramp
Shins on splints, grasp onto any plan
Sin down, sit around
Sin down, sit around

Still eyes slow, facing glances stand onto nothing
Solo comprehend
Decisions left under the matress
Over matters with no one left
To grasp your plan on broken
You're grasping on broken hands

You're grasping plans under your broken hands
You see you grasping
Grasping, damn

I shrink and eyes blink
Trying hard but question everything
I shrink - I blink
Seasoned tasks seem under hand
Faded whispers shifted to last
Another spin and they'll be back grasping

Tracing slow, eyes glance, hands cramp
Shins on splints
Grasp onto any plan; decisions left under the matress
Over matters with no one left
To grasp your plan with broken
You're grasping plans on broken hands

Sin down, you sit around