Simulating life to escape it the same.
Distance ourselves from the broken, mundane.
Fighting within just to chip at the frame.
Stray bullets, spitfire, ricochet

Prolonged just to burn at both ends,
Manifest morals to justify trends.
Dodging our own while our instinct defends
Each choice and each action, while memory mends.

The box thinks outside us to understand
The basics that we have in hand,
Obsessions compel us to leave the land,
While castles we built are forgotten in the sand.

Some silly words with no meaning attached
Can rhyme or flow with nowhere to go
With thoughts so fast they neglect the slow
Pace of our eyes as we’re distracted by crows.

As free as a bird or as caged as a killer,
Sending the thoughtful to better places,
Better boxes or better faces,
No death escapes what life erases.

(not built to withstand what the mind embraces)

We push it aside like it’s nothing new.
Nothing special, and nothing, too.
Four hands burning the thoughts they grew,
Spread the separation epidemic.
Pass it along like some ancient relic.
Dance in our fields inhaling the smoke,
Flames, as it rains, kill each word we spoke,
Splash in wet ashes as they soak…

Wash it all away.