Thousand-Yard Stare

There was no time to prepare
For the slow motion shellshock
Just our luck
The unsalted exit

Our only response could be
A flood of survival chemicals
System shut down

Upon impact
Hard steel folded

The trio wrecked in tundra
Watching panic seize each other's faces
The scene was too much to take

Adrenaline nausea
Freezing water drowning our equipment
There was no feeling

Our lives were spared
The odds were stacked
We were muted colors with thousand-yard stares