Front-and-centre Eleventwelfth

over and out, the wave of my hand just settled my wander about
or is it where it begins?
the lane which has always been
the front-and-centre of our meaningful life

as i inspired your intuition to tag along my lonely ride
though all the signs point in no direction
i'm guided by your apt insights
but here we are now, to my perdition
the final end of my own rite
i’ll have you know, please understand i’ll be gone away
i am spiralling into the edge

stay quiet, stay close
i kind of foretold it'll hurt you the most
it might as well will leave you breathless
but do not follow suit for now
you take your breath and quit your anguish
don't get your vitals worn out

who would you argue now?
i’m adrift, far from here somehow
floating over the ocean of an empty emotion
who would you argue now?