Beneath.

You think you understand,
but you have no idea -
if your eyes were to catch
sight of a murky lake,
you'd act as if it was clear.

"I can see the sands and
what lays upon it.
I can see the sands and
all that is beneath."
- but be careful,
for once said words
are weapons no man
can sheath.

Thin.

I'm not sure what I have faith in.
All I know
is that it's starting to wear thin.

Fingerprints.

A blast from the past
blows my finger prints away.
Identity theft -
"Please stop her before it's too late!"

A chest bereft of a heart
would never stop beating -
but only because it would never start.

We act like we don't make our own fate -
waiting for the reel to finally reach the good part.

We ignore our own consequences -
and hide behind rhyme or comedy.

But the truth is never far behind
and for that there is no remedy.

A blast from the past
blows my finger prints away.
But no matter what she may do
her prints will always stay.