We the open and wide eyed
Cut ourselves on broken hearts
Shunning the cold fears of reality
For hope, for faith, for nought

We the creatures of all elements
Shadowed by the dark and light
Living in the warmth of our love
Hiding from the cold light of day

We who let nature be our mother
And grow in her womb till strong
Then are birthed into another life
And star shine for an eternity

We the slowly dissipating whirlpool
Drunk on our own adequacies
Happy and sad with mute pleasure
Caricatured by our own truths

We the race of the dead and dying
Blindly ignoring the future prophecy
Creating the motherly imaginary spectre
And hoping to be saved by good grace

We the disguised, forcibly ignorant
Live to our morals and lust in our wickedness
Sharpening crude tongues and ignoring the cries,
Of: love and loyalty, splitting peace slowly dying.

We the formers of the endless black vortex,
Looking past philosophers to understand the signs
Through the hour glass, time defined and distorted;
And by inhaling, exhaust our very existence

We the dreamers, who panic when we achieve,
Putting together the jigsaw of what life means
Swallowing the sadness and ingesting the belief,
Confusing strength as power over the weak

We the eliminators, who paint strokes of destiny
Watching the colours fade, black to white, to gray
Touching the clouds from a merry-go-round
Relapsing memories lost, and then found

We the magnifiers of our own sound,
Losing the decibels, looking forward to rewind
We that lived, who learned, who loved,
We that walk…. In slowest motion