And in the past and the present we look to the future

masked blue lights stagger the haze.

How many days? Struggling with acceptance.

Failure to accept reality, transported to a far off land

where our perfect lives were left unhurt.

We search the skies for signs that you're near

next to us, in front of us, behind us.

Waiting to catch us when we might fall.

From our make believe land where everything is fine,

just as we'd known, not a piece out of place.

Except the fit which made us whole.