Stained Glass

we all look through

the stained glass of ignorance.

we refuse to see the problems

for what they are.

we refuse to make any effort

to change any of it.

living in comfort is more

important than confronting

everything that is wrong with

what we had.

our own needs and wants

were never met and the

illusion we had up fell apart.

one by one each problem had

came to everyone. no one

was safe or sound while

everybody ran. I guess that's

all we knew then and

still practice now.

nothing will ever be the same

as we drift apart, never to see one another

ever again.