no answer required
Out of focus
floating through heat-drenched currents
Arbitrary truths cracking
like so many shells
flung from on high
No soft morsel within
They shatter and turn
into dust.
And I can't breathe.
I can't sift through it all
Second guessing and watching my step
I'd rather dream.
It's always the good ones
that make me cry.
Empty shells.
What was within
no one could say
Maybe this, maybe that.
Speculation leads to hope
the worst sort
of self deception.
You're so perfectly ruined
and I look for reasons
without meaning to
falling into you again and again
I can't stop myself
every time you laugh
my world shatters
when you sing
when you sing...