I Watch The World Fall.

I catch the storm in the palm of my hand;
Grasp not its willowy composition, but its form
Of elusive metamorphosis.
Its the change that relates to my life;
The sudden shape of the unfamiliar.

I once thought I knew every part of you;
Thought I mapped out your every incognizant.
You're a storm, dancing in my hand,
Changing irregularly, unflagging a typical
Humanistic void.
I see it all,
I see it all,
I watch the world fall.

Mass production of temper and frailty,
Hesitant in its approach.
Unmasking truth behind the yards of fabrication
And years.
I grasp not its willowy composition, but its form
Of elusive metamorphosis.
Witness its damage, the infliction of pain
Crevicing beyond the surface.

I once thought I knew every part of you;
Thought I mapped out your every incognizant.
You're a storm, dancing in my hand,
Changing irregularly, unflagging a typical
Humanistic void.
And I see it all,
From its rise to fall,
I see it all,
From the surface to its depth.
I see it all,
I see it all,
And I watch the world fall.