An Artificial Spring - Girls Names

In time we will find

We’re so dissatisfied in ourselves

If truth is what you find

So appealing

Can I lay my hands down bare?

How can I pretend

To believe in ourselves

When I can’t get past this

Turning on it’s head

Inside out

Past the point of recognition

If truth is what you find

So adhering

You can lay your axe down to grind

The promise of a new dawn

An artificial spring

Consciousness dissolving memory