stating the obvious

So here we are.

Funny really.

The way that the light hits the glass, and reflects in to the eyes blinding the obvious.

The way that the sun burns the skin leaving a scared reminder of what could have been.

And all for what?

Seems obvious really.

Shame i can't quite place it.

So here we are.

In the same old place again.

Same old faces, with their wry grins.

Fire burning, reaching, extending its far reaching hands towards, forwards and ever advancing.

Rope dangled, lying circled chasing itself to the tail.

Sand draining through the fingers, creating another dimension.

Disguised and hidden, the sun refuses to shine.

And so here we are.

Again.