Step back

Face the facts

The world spins and carries our slack

I sit 

I wonder 

But I don't react

I can't react.

Our sight 

Our might 

Our brain waves distorted

Mirages of the mind 

We look around 

It seems fine 

Get a little closer 

I dare you

A gun pointed 

Water shortage 

Cries under the rubble 

Rape taken to a whole new level. 

Pockets filled 

Pockets empty

No pockets at all. 

A sprint 

A fall

A swim 

Drowning 

A belief 

A parasite 

A belief? 

STOP believing 

Belief, ideas? 

They're strown 

They're spat

They're mirages 

They distort 

They blur. 

Truth? 

It's tangible 

It's trees 

It's water 

It's an old hand on a young cheek 

It calls 

It stays 

It listens 

It won't leave you astray 

It hasn't left us astray.

So take us back

To the water 

To the tress 

To our own hands 

To my barely bruised knees...