thought I was home

hello

maybe I came back

way too soon

ash under my feet

I sleep

I don't want to think

of what we've done

to be

the heroes

in the fairytales told

we've only played dress-up

wishing we could save the world

but too little

done

too late

we've come

to the end

of the tunnel

searching for a light

failing to recognize

that

we

are

blind.