The Motion Makes Me Last

How does the motion make me last

I shuffle forward and not back

I can be questioning my thoughts

But not looking for what I lack

What is it that has my mind so hypnotized

When shapes are for looking at

And their colors create my mood

I'm a vessel between two places I've never been

To seek a further more formal design

Creation is a pathogen

What's more than subtle in these minds

I know you're looking forward to them

What is it that has my mind so hypnotized

Evolving on your thoughts that you've half realized

Life is real only then when I am... I am surprised

Shapes are for looking at

And their colors create my mood

I'm a vessel between two places I've never been