Stop Motion - Stephanie Mabey

He’s got a list of things he knows he wants to make

He put em in his notebook back in the day

When he felt pure inspiration rushing through his veins

And the pages after that one are all blank

They just sit there on his nightstand

While he’s watching movies on his screens

He falls asleep before he can see

There is no later

Just lots of little frames

Where we all animate what happens now

We’re flipping papers to make our pictures move

Each second’s ours to choose, just look around

You’re not broken

You’re stop motion

When the sun’s out and he’s almost half-awake

He’s got a list of things he knows he wants to make

But he slept through his alarm again

He’s 13 minutes late

For the job that he swears someday he’ll escape

And he rushes past the pages

That could make his life a different thing

He hits repeat before he can see

There is no later

Just lots of little frames

Where we all animate what happens now

We’re flipping papers to make our pictures move

Each second’s ours to choose, just look around

You’re not broken

You’re stop motion

I know the sinking feeling

That comes at first in empty space

But what if that’s the only place

Where we can make our pictures change?

Don’t wait

There is no later

Just lots of little frames

Where we all animate what happens now

We’re flipping papers to make our pictures move

Each second’s ours to choose, just look around

You’re not broken

You’re stop motion

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