Trying to escape from the ghosts of the present 
Counting every moment as the wrinkles deepen
Looking towards a land undiscovered 
Wishing for a movement of the land masses 
The air stands still yet the leaves flutter due to a force unseen

Staring into headlights hoping to wash away these monochromes
Windows that look into a world made of ash and trees 
Crumbling into a state of acceptance as the bricks stack themselves 
Thinking of faces etched into memory with no names

Facts amuse as fiction intrigues 
Solid shapes deforming into energy as speed falls into time  and distance is but an illusion 
Boundaries keeping some in and some out, and the sense of touch is all but lost
Words flowing into an empty canvas through tongues unspoken 
As these lines blur into an essence of raw emotion
Through well lit passageways lined with charming smiles hiding the fears that If faced would turn back time