We are all lost,
filtering through the cosmos like a speck of dust caught in solar winds,
a mirror missing,
a photo caught,
delicious truths hidden in words not true,
see the willow bend it’s arm,
watch the swamp water sing,
Sweet sympathies are played out on a violin,
sorrow calls for thee to see,
mistreated by the world betrayed,
eyes lined up in a row,
we the visual,
the victim of a lie we told,
forever the window will be open,
yet the door,
the door is closed!