In death we acknowledge our names
For the very first time,
Willing to engrave into stone
That which we once knew.

Escape the voice
That lives inside,
Closer than that which is seen.
A junction of trespassing.

Was I asleep?
You are who I have become,
And I am living a life of invisibility.
One step behind.

Exactly where we are,
Asking who do you think I am.
A full upright position,
Imposing on the question of love.

Tricks in the bag,
Tricks you cannot find;
Love me/hate me/snub me/shake me
Into a new persona of a simple mind.

Sit down and stumble on your questions.
Your own answers already known.
Convincing lies told as truth;
We are the all seeing all dancing
Low-life's  of the world.

I am who you want to be,
Free in all aspects, and views
Of courage.
Of running.
Wrestling our past,
Watching memories

                                                       ­                                     Disappear.