by now things should

equalize to being less on fire and

there are walls and valleys between us all

trained to be nice but still trust no one,

everyone exists on 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 brand new once more,

overlooking the reasons I am not pulling the ripcord,

right now I pay not to put some blood on my sword,

rain reminds my from where I came,

only books and bottles in this room,

water from the clouds like a lullaby

showing up late to break the silence