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But You Will Always Know It's There


you thought this time it would go by the book again it almost always does you know the one it's my own edition maybe but its always the same story or it was supposed to be supposed to be extraordinary you are in your ordinary days you know where the traces go by now they taught you well tick them off one by one like clues to a mystery except it's one you'll never solve add up those letters write your story with them these traces you are told to view them as monumental once you leave them but you already see them fading - you know the truth sign your name now the cameras are watching isn't this exciting? no matter when you visit again you will always know it's there this is your moment they tell you and yet next year we want better, don't forget that next year, well that was the one wasn't it the year they added the chapter that wasn't in the rough draft this place where your story goes the blood stains were missing from the script they handed you this terrifying trace was left that out of the manual this trace, you are surprised and saddened to find fades too faster than you ever thought as the time ticked forward and the cameras pointed elsewhere that's the way of the camera - on to the next story now so I guess it's back to your book..... you flip ahead to your own next chapter maybe only because you have no other choice you leave this trace behind but you will always know it's there
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