Here I stand,
Blood on my hands,
At the edge of all I've known
To exist.
A life that consists
Of getting by
Under all those
Flashing lights.
There she was,
Faint and dumbstruck,
A passerby
To all her life
Could have been.
A joyless routine,
An empty jar
At the bottom.
When they said to me
The sky will be a thing that you could see if you let it.
All she ever wanted was to find
A place where she could sit and watch the sunrise,
In real time.
Instead of through the automated screens that feed on
Her dreams.
All we wanted was a life,
Away from being plugged into mainline
At all times.
Standing with the combination key that opens
Our dreams.
