Stop to question satellites    Lost in vast expansions of space    Place it in fists    Finding more than we asked    For ‘misconceptions’ reflective    Glance into what we should have known “it was right there.”   If you could have just flown by unnoticed, unchallenged    We would still have careless wonder left in our eyes    Now we just wait to see behind yours    Behind eyes these sidewalks twist and tremble    Under the new found failures    Swirls of red and gray mixtures of the brick inlay,    Tear the clouds    Bring on the rain    Watching faces fall everyday    Letting it wash them down    We never thought too little    Just not enough    So now back to present found at the tops of rock walls    Where the spires climb so tall    The wheat fields growing all to much importance of fate,   Of faith bridges collapse behind us    Leaving no way out    Still lost in thought    We find none of this bothersome not troubling whatsoever   Claim what’s ours    The headlights ahead are in blinking confirmation    Offering reassurance we were right    Take it back down    This is me hanging from a nail,    Missing the broken frame    And burnt edges    Face cut out between two worlds,    The first so obviously surreal    And the other so lifelike yet so dead    And true    But which should we choose,    Holding our feet,    Building our cities