Drop me in pretence

Drop me in pretence

Ask a forget-me-not

To remember

Why it grew in such profusion

Daisy chains are not a tow rope

Nothing works

When you want it to

Everything is broken

To some degree

Even as it evolves

It has sown an acceptance of destruction

Into its lining

Show me a pocketful of

Sorrows

They are indiscriminate

Drink me a soupcon

Stir the pot

Blend a digestible formulation

Probability plays a role

What are the chances

Of subscribing to an audience

With an unknown soldier

Who might

Ask the impossible question

What makes a hero

How do you stand and deliver

When the world turns upside down

We are all prisoners

Of conscience

When disguise

Fits like a glove and

Is more a reflection

Of who we are

Than fingerprints.