Down to the river.
A smile, a cheer.
Laughter in our ears.
A macabre showing of our fear.
Though, here we stand;
Fighting for those smiles.
Weighing the cost of a sigh.
But the water is warm, that we feel.
What we wouldn’t give to just let go.
All that fills our mind, clinging.
Ascribed to this harrowed vision.
A place where there can be no deep incision.
What are we doing; what are we playing?
A game of ignorance?
A game of pretence?
And yet none of it makes sense.
But in the momentary fun we revel.
In the splashing of water;
In the soundlessness of beneath.
This, it is something we must strive to keep.