Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Low

My dreams are painted with lead
There are no other options
What you see if what is left
We cannot go back again

My dreams are painted with lead
The walls do not connect
The air tastes like copper
I cannot see the sky

There is a tree on the hillside
But the leaves are all dead
I stare at the pavement
“It is not as bad as it seems”
Well, I think it is

We cannot go back
There are no other options
Open your eyes now

Where are we?