Was Once
Brad Edwards
Ahead or behind
The deafening silence
Until you hear that voice
There's comfort in being alone
The first or the last
Every possible future
You can never tell
When it's gone or yet to arrive
We may never see a sign
Primitive sounds will disappear into the ether
Across all space and time
Someone has to be the first through the filter
Defeating ourselves
Keeping our feet anchored
Burning every chance
Before we get off the floor