Stop to question satellites lost in vast
expansions of space place it in fists finding
more than we asked for 'misconceptions'
reflective glance into what we should have
known "it was right there."
If you could have just flown by unnoticed,
unchallenged we would still have careless wonder
left in our eyes now we just wait to see behind
yours behind eyes these sidewalks twist and
tremble under the new found failures swirls
of red and gray mixtures of the brick inlay,
tear the clouds bring on the rain watching
faces fall everyday letting it wash them down
we never thought to little just not enough so
now back to present found at the tops of rock
walls where the spires climb so tall the wheat
fields growing all to much importance of fate,
of faith bridges collapse behind us leaving no way
out still lost in thought we find none of this
bothersome not troubling whatsoever claim what's
ours the headlights ahead are in blinking
confirmation offering reassurance we were right
take it back down this is me hanging from a nail,
missing the broken frame and burnt edges face cut
out between two worlds,
the first so obviously surreal and the other so
lifelike yet so dead and true but which should we choose, holding our feet,
building our cities.
