Potential Concussion

Blue road stretching out ahead
An hour left 'til I'm with you
The time and space moving inconsistently
Appalled by the sight of multiple
Dimensions

The moving moments colliding free
From love's collateral bonds
Like shining crystal at the spinning disc
Controlling ignorance for sinful
Memories

Contorted faces behind masks
An hour left till love unfurls
Distorted, torn and twisted faith in light
Crashing down upon broken
Eggshells