As I walk down to what used to be-
But its not what used to be
To a tiny shop where we bought our gla** worlds that fit in the palm of your hand
The figurines
Inside reflections of our first gazes of ourselves. As I imagine in our pedestrian dreams we were so happy
Plastic, molded
With all gla** all that's left of the real-
Objects, objects of this play
The blood on my feet as it dries on the floor conceals the base of this marble
Stumbling back
The ceiling s more than just caved in;
It was never there to begin with
"We stare at the sky from this red rock"
Says the ancient woman
"There's not one worth saving"
It's hidden sure, but not forgotten-
We're shaken sure, and now immobile
Tonight with these clouds blocking my way home
The red light from our shells will light what used to be my way home
But it's hard to remember the way with the signs blown all apart
With these holes all over the street-
Where we used to walk so far..