Dime and Suture - Gifts from Enola

I can’t believe what I see

Staring out from the coast of this

Glittering neon sea

Standing still for the first time

As the tide climbs up to kiss my feet

And my senses scream 'its freezing'

But I know better than to believe them now

They tell me 'theres no meaning there'

As if I’d never searched on solid ground

And found nothing more than

The firm adherence to an old belief

That the air that fills a red balloon

Would be different

Were it green

But I can see

How you’d believe it

They were both so full of emptiness

They almost seemed real

And it can be so hard to tell

Until they pop