Fireside Words

Don't put us in list form

We wish to roam

We wish to see

There's a state we long for

In the regions of minds

In between conditioned crafting

There lies a secret

No reason to be afraid

Though the scenery has changed

It's really all the same

Place more words around me

As I'm starting to forget

The warmth

You can run

Hiding in the debri rests my army

Run on home to see

The letter you desire is right on time

Only it's not in your hand

It''s on their plates

And they begin

An everyday routine some cherish

And some despise

Pick the latter and it really begins

The beginning of the end you could say

There's a bind in their words

And a sickness in their hearts

The human interaction

To the mundane is fascinating

I'm in search of that indescribable feeling

They say it doesn't exist

The airwaves speak differently

The sounds utter truth

That hasn't changed

But even the source of this warmth

Is fake