When young we frolicked in the sun
Against the lake’s fluidity.
Now impatience is our only bond.
We push a wheelbarrow of deceit
Holding out and holding on.
Skin stretched like the firmament,
Scars caress our callused feet
that tread so light upon the shells.
Irritation lines our faces.
Wooden blocks of indecision
Spell out words we keep inside.
Swollen face and empty eyes
Unable to deal with reality
Withdraw to hide inside the self
Where no logical debate takes place.
You pull strings of words that flow
From hypocritic mandible.