You know
the cold
and the walking past
are ways to cope
the shut eyes
ignoring pain
play tricks
dressing the poor
in the emperor’s new clothes
and watching them vanish
who has the strength
to bear this world
Atlas was crushed ages ago
if the medium is the message
the message is an unblinking eye
a tearless projection of pain
this global village
ain’t so small anymore
and it’s hard to watch the tides
wash Your children away
sometimes I gotta just
close my eyes
walk naked into the ice
and trust…
Harnessing Chaos 