Hush

Slow down your tunes,

Below are the waves that will take me away,

The wrong lanes attract me,

Legs start to sway.

She grabs my hand,

Claps a hand over mouth,

One over mine,

Other over my wrist,

Hush- we go south.

They follow us-

She tells me about them,

They collect souls and names,

Sold out all the luck and shame.

We only survive,

If we find lost ones like us,

Just don't make much fuss,

There's a revolutionary hive,

They know what to do.

Hush- step lightly,

Place another step,

Turn on the seventh street fourth tree,

Take a leap of faith,

Trust none to ask for help,

Come, my friend, if you want to live another day.