My dreams are quite prophetic.
Unapologetic lies are no surprise
from a face in disguise.
Red mask reprise,
but I can see your eyes,
blinking, Morse code.
Crying to be heard
in a language I can’t understand.
So I’ll give you a hand.
Togetherness always said,
“We are a team.
We are in this as one.
What’s mine is yours and Nothing More.”