A gentle warning to the neighborhood:
I understand now: I'd always known how. Here's the story of a when-you-would:
Everyone's talking as they're falling
Always thinking of rides to come
The same is true: Fad and fuse as you're sinking just enough onto something coming --- another nothing (fast at the strike), burned out and stunned
Years unfastened, left unseen. A spell was moving. I let it lose me. Things can happen like you knew they could, without stopping
Now you're talking: Bring the gone back almost until finally saying where you're staying (also known as get-your-fill)
Where're you going? Nothing's open
Who won't you try? What won't you trust?