stepping onto the ledge again
no thought of the foothold beneath
I wonder why

maybe I want to hold on
for you

again

I stare into deep emptiness
but hollow words ring true
or else why would I put on the fool's cloak
and watch you with the tombstones

those graves ?

again?

little patience left for this jester
this harbinger of fraud
and cowardice

he, once a faithful shadow
thought I

again

but now that too has passed
flits of sand
flits of sand

sometimes I guess I want to believe
even if I know it can't be true

does that make it my momentary religion?
a temporary addiction?
this clinging to a hope so out of reach?

again

and I watched the smoke rising
tombstones weathering under the strain
and I said

"I know what you know and I see what you are blind to.
I see the blood pumping in your veins and withering your soul."

and you said, "I know."

but nothing ever changed...a few fleeting moments in conspiracy for your next
game of smoke and mirrors.

and I fell for it like a rube.

again.

sometimes I wish you could witness you.

like we do.

time and again.

even Lennon knew when to say enough is enough.

sometimes the truth

it hurts.

but it kills those that have to speak it.