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?