I feel like I am swinging on a naked grapevine's quake.
And the world is your oyster they all say with sour faces,
The music man is poisoned, obliterate he confesses.
I've been used and so have you, we've been bought of ash and blue, quiver not or be afraid
the whirlpool webs your only slave.
It made sense to me this dissolution, and Im disgusted with this obstruction
the skyways and by ways can't even find there way home. My freedom and my prison are only a penny throw from a drone.
Friends of years ago, how the memory, how we can talk from here and there, but I swear it all melts inside of me when I find them here nor there.
The changing tides pass, the irredesent glow,
The bitter sweet memories hiding in my soul.
I've been gone, because of running, can't stop to catch a breath.
But i've realized through the darkness cunning, it has nothing for me left.
The quiet thick fog of living in a box, going to and coming from the whip and crooked fox.
What life, what fragment does time really exist, when you feel the wind beneath you has no plans to coexist.
The shell of all we hold, breaks off the layers in our attire,
below the damaged seed, holds a wisdom and a fire.