Digging moats for personal islands of mass illusions 
Separation anxiety masked with cold-hearted desirers 
Placid views screaming souls 
Yearning a touch to afraid to see it through forced to exist
to close for any growth to far for any pleasure 
Nearsighted hearts mixed with fearful breaking of our
farsighted minds 
Dawn become the dusk 
We races from here to there with our skeletons locked away
with open doors