I’m infinitely curious but equally breakable Too soft to bury a truth unmistakable So I search for the truth but then swaddle a lie Why stare into hell when you could hide in the sky?

My faith is a phone I dropped down the gutter When clarity honks my exhaust pipes sputter Burrowed as deep in the sand as the buildings are tall Since seeing everything demands feeling nothing at all

So I plead with the concerte at discovery’s end Spray graffiti to persuade the cement to bend But all that echos is a warning from innocence’s ghost: “Those who question the least are content with the most”

My curiosity’s quest was to uncover the light But it’s unsafe to walk home starless at night Turns out reality is harder to face than to find
God bless the power of a euthanized mind