sometimes a word emerges | |
out of the silent stream | |
that runs beneath opinion | |
illusion of the waking dream | |
we are not what we seem | |
something prevents me looking | |
it must be for the best | |
but still the half-heard whisper | |
reminds me that i've failed the test | |
to know your own unrest | |
i know a choice is coming | |
for peace or honesty | |
pour concrete on the footprints | |
from everything that you might be | |
love will set you free |