Son

We lay aligned, and move to disguise
With a soul below, only the eyes above
Slowly and silently slip away
Sleep now in the soil, the dust in the debris
A stolen smoke ascends, leaving the shell to atrophy
Meet with the earth, as the sober spirit sings
Leave, leave it behind, this truth is harming you
Leave, leave it behind, set out and start anew
Your life hereafter will cure all your troubles and recast a history
Turn and walk away…