Walking down the street I see the desert.
I see the sheriff and smile into the face of opression.
I see the girl next door and shun the face of perfection.
I see the charity sign and lie to the face of rightousness.
I see the nerd down the street and spit in the face of innocence.
Vigilant, forever vigilant in my duty.
Always on guard, keeping my soul under the cloak called normalcy.
Dreading the day it shines through
For that day ends the masquerade, ends the game,
leaving only truth in her terrifying glory.
Drowning in an ocean of thought in a desert devoid of any
I dread the day the ocean overflows.
When it does,
The most sacred laws of silence will sound the end of the game,
A game with six billion players and counting, each player
drowning inside but keeping the desert barren oustide,
Not so much as a drop escaping.
The desert gets harsher every round.
I see a familiar face and ask "how are you?" when I could care less.
After recieving the expected "fine", I can't help but smile.
I think I saw a drop glittering back.