Stop To Question

Stop to question satellites lost in vast

expansions of space place it in fists finding

more than we asked for 'misconceptions'

reflective glance into what we should have

known "it was right there."

If you could have just flown by unnoticed,

unchallenged we would still have careless wonder

left in our eyes now we just wait to see behind

yours behind eyes these sidewalks twist and

tremble under the new found failures swirls

of red and gray mixtures of the brick inlay,

tear the clouds bring on the rain watching

faces fall everyday letting it wash them down

we never thought to little just not enough so

now back to present found at the tops of rock

walls where the spires climb so tall the wheat

fields growing all to much importance of fate,

of faith bridges collapse behind us leaving no way

out still lost in thought we find none of this

bothersome not troubling whatsoever claim what's

ours the headlights ahead are in blinking

confirmation offering reassurance we were right

take it back down this is me hanging from a nail,

missing the broken frame and burnt edges face cut

out between two worlds,

the first so obviously surreal and the other so

lifelike yet so dead and true but which should we choose, holding our feet,

building our cities.