Not about us

In the blink of an eye
It is not about us anymore.
it is about the curious minds
hiding behind glass walls;
Throwing invisible stones
To drown in rushing brooks.
We know where this is going
We have been there before.
I don’t want to see
Broken mirrors with cutting edges.
But here is blood on the sticky floor;
And it is not about us anymore!

The first idea is in the picture. Better version posted above.

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