• Hope, dreams
    They mean nothing here
    Yet they mean everything
    Here in this house of fools
    This circus of faces
    Crush your breath
    Deal with the bright lights
    From bored to boring
    From remembered to barely there
    Your just a pinprick
    In the lives of those you care for the most
    And a starshine in the ones you wish would leave
    Inkblots
    Greetings in the hallway
    Half friends turn to nothing at all
    Read the signs
    Hidden hallways
    Lose yourself, get realized, get redirected
    Before you interrupt the pattern
    Impoverished yards
    Pass by the snow dusted roofs
    Rusty cars to your yellow bus
    Puddled streets
    Identical houses
    Pillars in woods
    Can you be comfortable with just yourself?