Places fly past in a blur of color,
All of the details lost to the wind,
Rushing here and there,
Knowing no one place,
Fixing the symptoms not the problems.

Patching together a human heart,
With duct tape and string,
Not love as it should be.
Not caring words.
Not help.
Not hope,
No.

Its all backwards,
We're doing this wrong,
Why does it have to be this way?