Out there, blink and you’ll miss it Is the promised land or at least somewhere different Pressed up to the glass to see it But I get distracted by my reflection Like a live wire, hope flickers Against the pitch black in rich contrast Hypnotized by the horizon I hold out my hand I just want to build some kind of bridge To where the source material lives I want to build, brick by brick Until I'm changed For a minute I’ll be endless For a minute I'm be brave For a minute I’ll make sense of All of my mistakes I’ve poured over the blueprints I’ve stuck to the plan Even a little ahead of schedule But still missing parts of who I am My active imagination Fills the empty space The pencil reaches wide But like anything held too tight, it breaks I just want to make some kind of mark Permanent ink right from the start I want to draw, line by line Until I'm changed I just want to build some kind of bridge To where the source material lives I want to build, brick by brick Until I'm changed For a minute I’ll be endless For a minute I’ll be brave For a minute I’ll make sense of All of my mistakes For a minute I’ll be endless For a minute I’ll be home For a minute I’ll make something I’ll forever call my own I’ll always wrestle with patience The dissonance of purgatory But I’ll try to make use of the tension In this first and second act of my story