States matter

States matter

 

Reach out and I'll be there

Texting on my phone 

Head full of ambitions

Fears I barely share

 

We pass through one another

Always in phases

Although we look solid

We're dense with gas

 

If I could bond with you

Even for a short time 

Something greater 

Could happen

 

Something we can't 

Fully appreciate 

In our current 

Indeterminate states

◄ Drunk in the Museum

Let's Pass Over It Again ►

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