Human Nature

Only one part of me believes it's true.

As my thorny hand,

Touched the smooth stem of the rose I killed.

The silence in the speakers,

Hardens the house.

Because I always get found,

When playing hide and seek with reality.

Time out ran, 

Life, death, definition.

But I don’t outrun anything.

The snow that floats up to the sky,

Grounds me.

It was the wake-up call,

That I overslept.

I said.

Hope is the biggest liar.