No love

No care

There is nothing here to call my own

Not even an after glow

From the delusional fantasy reality

Refaced to pretty up

Yet underneath still not enough

To quench the thirst

Not even one cup of water for you

You know what you do..

Building empty houses with no foundation

Glass houses.. full to the brim with boxes of rocks

We just tiptoe around this shadow landscape

Hoping for a spiritual escape