We share the same sky
The same smoke, the same lie
Walking concrete divisions
Of hurt and goodbye
Our secrets are turning
On desperate pages
The tree blooms above
The flowers below
We tread the damp earth
Soon drying to desert
Among history's names
Of death and of life
The bridges are building
Through hungry ambition
Their cables suspended
On oceans of white
We hold the same treasure
A twisted cognition
Condemning a future
Of hope and grey skies
Our speed turns to liquid
Fills wide dusty canyons
With hot summer air
And pacific blue eyes
We read the same tombstones
Poetic conclusions
Of dust and despair
In an ocean of time.
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