[this poem was written spontaneously by Matt Steidle of Stylie Music Studio and That's The Breaks]
I sit I stare and there’s a flicker in the air
as I turn my head I see this flicker and it distracts me
the thoughts they wander until that flicker, you see.
I believe It to be an inconsistent flicker, a trick
some may say a trick of the eye, but I know better
its the flicker I see in her eye every time she walks passed me
and while even though I see it, she walks passed me, she keeps on walking
and so I turn to face the sun and find it has gone
and the dusk of time has wrapped me weary
and its a fuzz of thoughts they wander until that flicker, you see?
as I once said and say it again its only a flicker of the eye that
distracts and makes me act the way I do
and we forgave to give way to a new light with an inconsistent flicker