That pack of cigarettes
Ripples in the pool
A stone, wrapped with regrets
Ripples in the pool...

Her mother’s dying, not long now
They’ve kept it from the kids
But worrying won’t pay the bills
An escalator story...

Take me to the lands beyond the dark
Where sunlight burns the shadows from the earth
Take me through the slumbers of your soul...

No words, I have nothing
An empty space, more vacuum than vessel
Only the rotational flushing of a dishwasher
And the ticking of a clock...

Wading through complexity
Noises a cacophony
Voices vie for supremacy, inner children
DJs at quiztime...

There's something to be said
About burying your head
Playing on while Rome burns
Blinking at catastrophe...