Enigmas

A Poem by JacobMarloe

As below, as we float upon it
Thinking that, thus, transform the truth, to trite
What's below is so above, can't see it
Can't make it bright
Can't stay forever
Can't make it through, tonight
God is as we are, always leaving
There is no more time, defy reality
Remain here, am I just dreaming
Whisper the idea, for discussion breeds frailty
Hiding in plain sight
None of us have it right