A Roomful of Clocks

If you retrace your steps, this stance will Stretch into a fall And all the closest to you won't follow you down In the hole that you've dug yourself and fell into Pretend this fits You let drop to your ankles and give yourself into the wind When no one was around would you scream to the sky In hopes someone would scream back? Pretend this fits This place is not your shelter It's illuminated ruins Will take the shape of what you leave behind you