you yearn to turn and churn but you can’t learn as the eyes watch through
as if the razor couldn’t cut or the rose had no smell, but your nose was dripping and a tissue was not in reach of the umbrella that
as i went to leave a comment and say something like– gold isn’t gold with out the fire. and then i doubted as if questioning my own beliefs
the words dancing with the notes as you make the music sing up and down as they go around per-sifted to fill the air
the moose twisting his antler arou… as they all stand and stare in sil… holding the wall up as normal as e… without the thought on the mind -… that someday this adventure will e…
until now when the understanding is felt while sifting fingers through freshly plowed dirt
the understanding can be had as we sleep at night may we play in that land the land of spirits
the self sabotaging squirrel planting trees with in trees destroying his own dwelling or constructing his future weakening the trees bring bugs
the light seeping through the crac… as the soul longs to be seen spraying colors of emotions as seeing the soul with clear lens the split mirror shows two sides
As the last note is played and you consider the stalks that are being beaten down outside your window and ponder the image in the mirror
slipping in the cool as the feet love the feel cozy cradled in the head make it a water bed dreams do come
lost in the scent as the smelling… escorting beauty by the hand - buy… because the tone is in the air as the spider spins her web - her… on a hill, the breeze wrapping you…
o wheres the fun of heaven that the bible says but a god of love or love is god gave us a free will
the rabbit left no ladder the climb –of no way no bounce of the mushroom no tear in the ear will help –end this sway
some grow up with a spot to fill a title to live a for runner of things to come
