this is time replaced body stretch across open space eclipse of race justice falling all over the place i am fine. pleasantly unrefined. morality of die i confine my actions and roll in questions caught in boxes clever in the emotions analyzing distraction pouring in daydream and im caught in fences of standards conformity normality stories of never getting out of whats to come of me i cant decide whether to run of hide i realize i am already in this
sometimes i smoke cigarettes for the poor girl out west for the little soul trying to rest for the free wind carelessness
moments left to caress i just try to hold onto the tests forgetting it all just let it digest i could have given it to the rest but i was left in the sandy wind with these harpsichords…these electronic guitar strings…
who knew you could “change my world…change the whirl..” left only to let it swirl those cigarettes… out the windowsill all those thoughts and hours meant to just...
when all my dreams were met by their makers I come here in winter For the trees For the trees For their quiet reckoning this silence on casted deed where treason lies among a shadow green come from winter for me the white cold came following
In a world where it all matters There was you Clenching my cheek A new beginning , rise Like thoughts in the newest nights I held him close And casted twilight Fore new day’s dawn brought the tide Awakening in love ,the eyes Touching the lantern, Thursdays I cried some days Blinking a new way through the lies A soft guitar, the sweet squirrel Who knew they could change the whirl Turn the world In blankets capsized
i had a dream about you but I’m not going to tell you about it I’m going to hold onto the sycamores their leaves get plenty of sun today ill hold onto fires pull the chest out from the hidden attic gather rocks from under the pool i had a dream about you but I’m not going to tell you about it
Your eyes are eclipses On the other side Your face radiating this light When you’re young you’re young And stupid sometimes I found you But what matters On the edge of my shoes You try to find a second Belonging to someone But who else can tell me To be me To be free To find myself Amongst the leaves