In void lies truth.

The night ignites desire

denial drives to empty bottles

with a push unto your door,

And request to make a score,
A knock proposed the question

fate decided you should answer

responding with a choice,

Voices raise a proposition,

circumstances raise the bet

and void suggests that you accept,

Only time reveals intent,

 

Nighttime sets the scene

Wind blows through the streets,

Introductions in the back seat

And curious minds align

Where only void decides,

 

Unmade lives pushed through

unmarked doors leading to

uncertain exits in a

very certain place

where you can hide,

But not from fate

The only call you

Can't refuse to take

Although you never know
Just what it has to say,

 

The driver sits out in the car
Waiting for his moment while

We push through into ours,

Where the liquor aisle

Asks us a question that

A bottle always seems to know

Over and over and over,

 

But only in the void exist

The answers held in moments
Staring right into our eyes

Pulling us through time,

And we would understand

If only we weren't blind

But for the nothingness

That shows itself

When all we want

Is to realize

 

And so we cling to things

that lie in bottles held

by idle hands that

knock on locked doors

that will never open.

 

And so we walk back through

snowy parking lots to cars

that drive us back to places

we don't know we want to go,

you and I being pushed

through these uncertain doors

by the guiding hands of fate

where we become something

without a place

without a name,

Accepting what's been made of

bottles and coincidences,

What's been made of us,

 

But it's only in the present

Truth does not lie to us

But rather, lies in time,

Indivisible invisible

Constantly moving lines

Drawn between all these

People that don't choose
Don't decide, but get what's

Given by chance and find

That all there really is

That is not blind are moments

Shared by you and I,
And desire fills

the space between the void.