I am full of little holes
like stars in the sky
little gaping holes
made by the world

When I came home
ragged and tattered
shot through by the canon
whispered over and over
by the lips of the world
I witnessed their falseness
not in control of their souls

Mindless whimpers
sent out into the night
they cry in their sleep
for the day to be bright
not seeing how simple it is
to turn on the light

I might have been whole
smoothed over and kept
patched and sealed
but I wanted to explore
in the great outdoors