When left alone
we’re afraid
but I guess that’s just
how we were made.

Do you remember
where you were
when everything begins to burn.
at the fall of our December?

I’m like a Christmas breeze
running to the American dream
all the people sleeping
What are you seeing?

No one left to learn the lies
that follows up a moment’s death
causes you lose after all your tries.
underwater without a chance.