The Disconnect

"...then all your life will be alright to fly away Forever more."

Flag pole through his chest
Chest beating against the metal
"I'll never return to Shangri-La"
But sometimes, every so often
I hear the mediocrity

"Her insignia adorned the flag"
When people write like that
I often wonder how much disconnection one must have with themselves
To consider writing
But to see the disconnect as connection
"Click..."

The first time I rode
your bike I felt safe.
The seat was different than mine
The handles didn't turn
"Don't be afraid, you're not afraid..."
The gears shifted smoothly (which is honestly rare)
Your honesty was rare

I realize now that I've lost sight of true love
Nothing embodies the image,
So I keep looking to my left
To my right, from my perspective, is looking back
This loss has formed my last of couple years
A chaos...chows

For what it's worth, I really do miss innocence