Rewinding skips where words once were,
the hiss between still makes me stir
Each bar's a place I meant to speak,
but left it blank and pressed delete
Held too long in scenes that stall,
expecting change that won't recall
A voice beneath magnetic sound,
still stuck in loops that spin around
The real complains in tones too low,
but I still play what I let go
A pulse that hums but won't break through,
as if it waits for something true
Held too long in scenes that stall,
expecting change that won't recall
A voice beneath magnetic sound,
still stuck in loops that spin around
The gap between each frame I save feels louder now than what it gave
I listen for a line I missed,
a silence shaped like something wished
But every splice I try to hide,
returns each time I press rewind
Held too long in scenes that stall,
expecting change that won't recall
A voice beneath magnetic sound,
still stuck in loops that spin around
Still I wait to be unbound