Stop to question satellites 
Lost in vast expansions of space 
Place it in fists 
Finding more than we asked 
For 'misconceptions' reflective 
Glance into what we should have known "it was right there."
If you could have just flown by unnoticed, unchallenged 
We would still have careless wonder left in our eyes 
Now we just wait to see behind yours 
Behind eyes these sidewalks twist and tremble 
Under the new found failures 
Swirls of red and gray mixtures of the brick inlay, 
Tear the clouds 
Bring on the rain 
Watching faces fall everyday 
Letting it wash them down 
We never thought too little 
Just not enough 
So now back to present found at the tops of rock walls 
Where the spires climb so tall 
The wheat fields growing all to much importance of fate,
Of faith bridges collapse behind us 
Leaving no way out 
Still lost in thought 
We find none of this bothersome not troubling whatsoever
Claim what's ours 
The headlights ahead are in blinking confirmation 
Offering reassurance we were right 
Take it back down 
This is me hanging from a nail, 
Missing the broken frame 
And burnt edges 
Face cut out between two worlds, 
The first so obviously surreal 
And the other so lifelike yet so dead 
And true 
But which should we choose, 
Holding our feet, 
Building our cities