I usta believe in the rise and the fall
Of my virtual share in computerful worlds
I usta to link all of the love in my store
To good and bad fortune that knocked at my door
My belief was a thing, something close to my skin
A bling-ring that sparkled at arms length in spring
It would shine out so brightly as new summers begin
That I’d leave it for another as my cold winters drew in
But now I am trying to live differently
In each breath I grow faith that so gracefully
You already fill me, and you constantly kiss me
That as you guide, love and lift me
Your all knowing self still finds time to forgive me.
city slowness 