Rolling hills

Watching coherence drain away

All of your animals are crying

We watch your father try to ring the bell

Of a blazing siren

Caring about more than you have

Is what you can't afford

You're doing the best you can

I crossed through town

Drove by a text stop

Observing windows shattered

Throwing knives made of apple three's

Back and forth we move out of the way

Lights change, move forward deceived

I can almost taste the tin

In the canned chicken meat

Honouring the dream

You had sold for cheap

Like a t-shirt you had lost

And saw on the tv

Tokenized and bleak

Neighbours laugh at me

I couldn't wear that suit like him

I couldn't but I will anyway

That dream was defended restlessly

For what better than to go to rest

I'll hide

Awake

Can't arrive

Too late

With the hands I have claimed to raise

Spoken up, back and forth

Two can dance, pick a place

Shines a coin, fell into the host they say I'll pay to stay disdained

Truth is kind, pulled a plug on and off that erased itself from the memory off course and away

from you

Pressure comes, yelled your name, found a voice, spoken with the words only heard on the day

you were drowned in their life

Cheering dogs, laughing eyes, fearing death, praying with the one and only thought that's not

attainable to write

I'll hide