Slow going, skating icy oceans on our path.
Out beyond the silent frozen towns.
Why do the good ones get knocked down?
White glistens while quiet listens to
Nobody living here anymore.
Curiosity’s listening out where nothing’s old.
Slow motion spilling endings,
Emotion spills lightning and there’s a ripple on the way.
When did it all get knocked down?
When did the colors leave this town?
Walked out on icy oceans,
Saw my reflection in old battlegrounds.
There’s no proof in history so
Why do the good ones get knocked down?
Curiosity’s listening.
Knocked Down (2/2018)
