The Eyes On the Wall

Written April 29, 2013 What do you do When you see through All of the pictures that you keep on the wall All of the people that will come to the ball Be the light in my basement You came in when the day went When the moon pierced the sky And the night wondered why You lit up from my fright Be the bright of my light, tonight Give birth to my form, we mourn That you got out of town But you're still hanging around To suffer just like the rest Of us who shoot up in jest You'll go a-holding your chest In the mirror of a window pane I can see their pain Your heartache has made mine real How do we continue to steal From the ones without meal Breathe fire into the steel Confirm my reality My invisibility Has become surreal to me So I litter the walls with lights In hopes that I might See the sun rise tonight Moloch preys on the young And on those who have won Into the mystic we might Die from losing our sight From flaring into the sun Staring down the barreling gun I thought I knew them before All the eyes on the wall Follow without hesitation Like faces at a train station That keep whistling by Not one wonders why The world has been torn apart Before the kids could start To piece it back together Could a puzzle get better Should we re-imagine this earth Or should we not weigh its worth What do you do When you're through Counting the cattle as they go by the door Keeping a carpet that's so thick on the floor