are the cards we've been dealt all that remains
when the empty shadows of our substance have been sifted.
like sand through a grate our masks and mystique amass
in a heap, sacrificed to gravity once given weight.

often times we let pass by the floating foundation
we may live by until one day we gauge the worth of
components constructed to cope with this earth and the
trees and the leaves and the people we see or choose not to;
believing its best to deceive distort our perceptions and make it
look seamless

but noone is spared from the currents of doubt and despair
which arise when we try to derive our design
until floundering about we make up our own, tired of
grappling with things that we dont know, it just goes to
show that theres more to this boat than wood and canvas sails.