False Thoughts

The roads are paved

Thick but cracked

Cared for and ignored.

We've seen these streets,

We've jumped these cracks,We've watched these lights

Tick from yellow to green

Quickly to red-

Where we ignore the signs

Pretending this is new

And we haven't traveled

These streets day after day

With the same face

Staring at us.

The pattern is there,

But we look the other way,

Claiming it's not the same,

It's just 'similar'-

That's a different fence,

That's not the same rock-

That's not the same massive hole

That we walked around before

Flirting with the edges

Of the abyss.

We know

Or maybe we don't-

Knowledge is in the mind

Locked away in drawers

That we open and mix-

Our fingers graze the map,

Instruction we should follow,

But we say 'I know'

And pretend we never saw

The bullet points blaring

The red light speaking,

Because we know more

Than the memory

We have collected.