Our smiles are what gives us away
the lost look in our eyes bleeds into the ground
where we’ve buried our hands looking for treasure under rocks
and the space between our feet becomes the only place
we have left to look, once we stand back up.
Don’t stare into the abyss below you.
I’m looking for something in someone else’s eyes
something that I know has already grown away,
but I keep trying
I keep waking up every day hoping it will come back.
We count ourselves lucky
as we drift into the softness
of the lies we use to sing ourselves to sleep at night.