Entry Three

   
   
Perhaps it was said best    
when she asked    
"What about us;    
what about all the happy ever-afters?"    
Might have been when    
she slapped truth at "them"    
and questioned    
all their spoken answers    
   
Her black running jacket    
with "Love you"    
enbroidered accross her breast    
   
I suppose the world    
was meant to believe    
the cotton    
covered her heart    
We all know    
the song beat
physics
on a parchment    
bereft of emotions
(Save for her tone)
   
I'd bet a fiver    
the boardroom replays    
that YouTube    
in thick cigar-smoke    
while decissions are made    
while risk is calculated    
while truth is concealed    
   
Probably    
find the word "them"    
in the depth of colour;    
painted in the wings of    
a bitterfly    
   
Or a butterfly    
that has    
 
just    
   
 
come back    
   
 
 
Two questions remain
   
Are we ready?  
What about us?
   
   
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For those that miss the reference: - https://youtu.be/DBbOGtpAUHA