stepping among these tired bodies,
the purple planet pulsates,
their shadows fleeting across prison nodes
lost in this labyrinth house of overgrown legs
arms and cowardly hearts,
vying for an empty hole to rest,
stubbornly counting numbers,
plastic daisies luring goldfish to a lake,
counterfeit myths drowning children
in sunlight or moonlight,
disillusioned agitated dreams,
obscurity the path forward:
once, one time, is enough,
else young hearts blacken from lives wasted.