Out in the dead leaf weather a man sits
Wondering where he was when the embers caught
Was he hugging his daughter in the airport terminal
Driving the long way home alone
Or have weeks gone by since a decade turned to ash?
Along this river I lost track of my reflection
Amidst a thousand fragmented lives rolling out to sea
The smiles that swept past before I could return them
Tears that joined the current and were lost.
Fragments of a life built from nothing
Gathered in a pile at the doorstep
Brick by brick the walls are put up around them
Happy to sit at the center and stare at the pieces...
Ask, and the world will open itself unto you
The crystal passages spiraling to the center
Catacombs sprawling beneath the busy streets above
In light shunned by those who walk these halls.