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!