Who We Are

Stars glaring down like malevolent eyes
You're babbling nonsense, but so am I
It could be shock, or it could be who we are

Anything and everything's a welcome distraction
As long as we have something to prevent interaction for just a little bit longer
We are running out of time

Lines humming with power hanging overhead
Even I wish it had been me instead.
Let the sun come up, let the light destroy us

Meaningless words moving out of view for sacred geometry scrawled on the floor
You offer to hold me
I don't even want to know you any more


©Nigel A. Wilson        ASCAP        zero2ten Publishing