the handle on the door you cannot touch the knot in the wood you cannot cut a good thing we had too much smoke is rising above the fire is getting hotter in the wind coal blackened eyes looking on going blind the splinter deep inside your second skin princess feeling nothing underneath i wonder does it ever feel the same everybody s asking when you are ever coming back i tell them that you re sorry but you re frozen in your tracks the fox in the headlights never knowing it is wrong staring down the righteous road it s lonely and it s long photographs and pictures reminders we won t be going through i wonder do they even look the same now it s going faster and we re stuck here in this place the water is getting deeper cutting lines into my face the lights are out and broken it looks different in the dark they are out setting fires kill the means to make your mark another slippery stone we thought it was dry flat enough to stand and trust until we die but we don t really know we think we are wise deaf dumb and blind we think we have eyes