Habituation Video (MV)

He walks with that peculiar gait of young
Men burdened by conceit and vague regret
The silence simmers on. What wisdom's won
He'd gladly give for errors to regress

So weightless in the face of gravity
His hollow declarations flaunt the chilled
And viscous air. Such simple brevity
Finds refuge in her bones, the secret spilled

I walk in footprints of another man
While cursing satisfaction he received
From ice that buckled neath his larger feet
Like opaque glass ravaged and cracked by sand
Each step to now ran parallel, but leaves
A cross where our two paths no longer meet