We’re lonelier tonight,
like we’ve never been held against a common light,
silently basking in the glow.
Suspension asks our mind to remember a frail flame
against the dark flickers softly though its brilliance is perceived.

We fortify walls against lives not our own.
A stranger, a neighbor, a thief in the night.
Blind arrogance steps on the bleeding heart caught in our throat.

Fed torrential lies bathed in blindness, we share this disillusioned time,
gathering fuel for our fires.
Obsessed with all that’s mine,
souls were bartered and spent then gravely cast aside,
left to the vultures circling in a barren sky.
Splash of stone, sends ripples to upset the surface.

Stand up, we’re all struggling.
Wondering when we’ll be one again.
Nothing here is separate.
Scratch at the surface, it’s infinite.

Guided far from safety,
left abandoned and alone without a hand to help steady our feet,
or humble legs to take us home.
(Such arrogance is a waste of breath)

Like a blight that contains rampant insolence,
sabotage the self who’s ego had been fed.
Face the stare that dwells within sight not your own,
that reflection yearns to return to the whole.
What was whole.
We’ve been fools.

Stand up, we’re all struggling.
Wondering when we’ll be one again.
Nothing here is separate.
Scratch at the surface, it’s infinite.

Sharpening blades to the tune of blessing the skin that was wounded.
Viewing our quarrels at great distance.
Casting such reckless abandon, erodes the ground where we’re standing.
Wondering when we’ll be one again.
The hour is late, yet to save any grace left recall back a time we were one.