shedding the light as if it were skin
deep inside we can feel it
Do we forget to begin?
Stretching past the age of steam
in to modernism
creating all that feeds or force
an all source
this time
Why keep continuing in the circles...
your burdens speak routine
your hands fold
come and collect all that you need
We're still standing here
our faces drawn to simpler fears
we crave
we stain the faces
we become free
