walking in a haze
keep your feet on the ground
fields full of gray
blue skies rain down
we've both seen better days
gentle steps like pacing feet
in these rain covered streets
all the noises flickering
my train of thought is paper thin
puddles sinking 5 miles deep
when even the words can't reach to
this thought up reality
all eyes on you
but your eyes are on who?
no need for apologie