Maybe shut my mouth
Zip the lips seal the tomb
Egyptian dust
Who can I trust
Like dominoes recovered
From the cracks in the floor
Falling down from a game
No longer being played
By Toutankhamon
Confused letters that
Create conflict sharing
Everything and nothing
Like gibberish
Creeping into the
Background
Un ciel partagé
At what point are we in
So much pain that we
Push the world away?
And then punition
To punish the
Boundaries we’ve laid
Wake up wake up
It can’t be both
One or the other
Blah blah blah
You’ve chosen to
Follow your heart
Trust the gut
© GÄ
Poétique 