Walk with me, this guided curve
Swaying, while you swiftly swerve
Taste the breeze, in the air
Cry out to the voices, in utter despair
Follow now, this burning coal
Inevitably, it will swallow you whole
Such a terrifying assumption
These threats of consumption
Just wait for the eruption
It will cause such suction
Bend what is real
So you may conceal
Bend it in two
To hide them from you
Brand new memories, mold in your mind
So that the truth may be, more difficult to find
by Joel Nieto, ’11