
life and death drama
each time we go to the park
not a holiday

life and death drama
each time we go to the park
not a holiday

where the cocoons spin
suspended from unseen thread
we follow the breeze
rooted in distrust
and confirmation bias
truth is pushed away

the views which we hold
an amalgram of what’s real
and what’s reflected
recognizing where we stand
helps decipher what we see
following the wake
breathing in gasoline fumes
what’s our legacy