The Frame

I can hold you all together
You wont fall with the troops that we assembled
And the bond we've forged
Though this sketch is getting old now the cracks don't show

Time wont change a thing when i'm gone
Don't grip the wheel too tightly my son
Everything you need is done, I woulda thought we'd won by now
But oh no

I have known no other method
So don't presume there's wisdom
When all that I am is time now
And the cold
The fruition in the detail is all that drives me

I am not the picture now

I am the frame