a touch of homelessness is what it takes,
to see past veneer
into mistakes
we see our paths weave thru the wood
and think ourselves
all well and good
but alas a mist lays thick
and fields are hid
where evil
makes it's final bid
asleep awake
were we not?
as the well went dry
and the water hot
so now we march into the town
where down is up
and up is down
leaving childhood far behind
while learning all
about mankind
the rock is shattered
the time is nigh
we'll see a day
when all will cry
slippery hills
and muddy fields
murky depths
and all is real
we do our best
but still we fail
it rains so hard
it turns to hail
never before did we believe
the fall and crash
of such a lovely tree
I'd rather say
the words I think
but that would only
make you blink
so much is hidden
so much is dead
so much so much
is rarely tread
you may look left
you may look right
but very few
can see the fight
do you believe the angels
call?
do you believe?
believe at all?