The Silence

What took you so long to share the things that we're all thinking? 

Wasted visions on a freeway, passing lanes in denial 

your soul sings: playing the song of a fool–a liar. 

Solidarity, in written form. A ghost presses these letters. 

Its choir.. reaches with fire, a voice from the grave for a funeral parade 

Could-the-deed-require, a moment of silence, please?

Transpiring: its movement is wind. This cold, drawing us in. 

Friend or foe, distant or close? 

We bring the darkest parts of the cities fare home, to our broken hearts. 

Casting shadows in our lens 

Could we pretend, when we're more distant than where we began?

Is there a future for one who is nothing, 

Somewhere beyond the reaches of something?