Maybe Tomorrow

Glued Together by Masonic symbolism
Lurking distance, crowning lights
So tired I could run to sleep falling

Escaping ecstasy I lapse myself forward, forewarned
The suction adheres to my marred eyes
Banners and streamers don’t compensate
For these are incoherent findings and successions

Stale hearts and plastic souls
When will we see?
I’m stuck to this
Urging to fill in that distance pushing us apart
We might as well be positive minds