Hello from the other side,
from protected words, created lights,
as something small,
something right,
distant signal, so hard to recognize.
I don't feel I can...no I can't,
I can't really write tonight.

Hello from the city streets,
purple in the deep, fading lights
with contrast of white on white,
shattered through the dark,
broken in their half,
epitomized.
I am sorry cause I can't...no I can't,
I can't really write tonight.

Hello from my own-self
and thank you for your time,
guitar strings, colorless crowds,
all that vibrates tonight,
through the ruins of my rhymes,
through my echoes, through my mind.
I am sorry cause I didn't...no I really didn't,
didn't write on time.

Hello and sleep well,
ghosts and shadows nothing they will find,
closed and trapped
in your little cell,
just as my words in this strange tonight,
and you know if I could...if I only could,
I would always write...
before the time.