New Identities

Asinine assumptions and pointless conversations Captivate the children mired in gloom beneath dismal skies With broken umbrellas unprepared for the cold depressing rain. Thick fog of disappointment covers the soul's landscape As nervous lips mumble prayers to the dissipating sunset of hope And I'm searching for a pair of eyes immune to graveyard imaginations. Dark beliefs and spirit-killing thought disease contaminate our dreams, But I'd like to kiss your secret tattoo and supple skin as we make our escape To an unknown city where we can carry seeds of positive new identities to later flourish.