Stale air of summer time,
Beating desert rays cooking
Thoughts we’ve thrown to the road.
I can smell the stench, and it’s
I hear the whispers and they
Tell me to run,
But I realize the futility
As my sunglasses sink to my nose
And I’m reminded of the power of the sun.
Man, just breathe the flowers and
Start To Spin
Under a blue sky lies most things we’ve ever known.
It’s a feeling that provides pleasure in soft times
And solace in hard ones.
Lest, of course our eyes are just magnifying glasses
Turned inward to the frontal lobe of our brain
Focusing everything into thoughts which burn
Yet it’s the sun that we turn to,
And memories which turn.
I reminisce on the trees and the creatures.
These are things I love,
for in their complexity they are simple to me,
But, oh sweet simplicity,
I beg of you,
What am I, in the light of everything,
Beneath muddled perception?
Am I just this perception?
Why can I proclaim myself with words
And yet with action I so often end up as
absence or deception.
And to solve for a solution,
My wood-be experimental way,
I’ve woven a maze
In a land of truth and mirages
And in the end,
all that’s revealed is
Ten thousand fasages.
I reminisce that much more,
That much more and I’m just reminded
That I stand on three legs and I am
Ironic it is, that in evolving self-obsession
My worst fear will always be
That I will miss one minute of it all.
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