by now things should
equalize to where we all can get along
there are walls and valleys between us all
trained to be nice but still trust no one
everybody exists in thier own little conundrum
rising up to meet the puzzle and not even
taking time to observe all those around and drowning
only the friendly or desperate take my calls
might be time to start once more
overlooking the reasons i am not pulling the ripcord
right this moment i pray not to put some blood on my sword
rain to remind me from where i came
other than my books in this room there is only bottles
water from the clouds like a lullaby
showing up late to beak the silence