Halfway Back

Clock is ticking, heavy air

in the room

Walked out the door

to escape

the impending doom

Under the streetlamps, a cold

midnight breeze

Walking away

just to find

some inner peace

Behind the bakery glass,

the warm lights glow

Dusting off the flour,

putting on a show

While the screen displays a life left far behind

I'm finding honesty

in the bread we grind

This is my five-minute honesty!

Breaking down the walls that you wanted me to be

Back behind the counter where the flour starts to fall

No more filtered screens,

yeah, I'm rising through it all!

Rise up, rise up,

watch the fire grow (watch it grow)

Rise up, rise up,

in the midnight glow

We sweep the floors

when the world goes dark

Behind the scene, we find the spark

Honesty... behind the glass...