Saturday, April 2, 2011

great the sting
and sweet-bitter the song
left in mind and up too long
we're squirming in our boots
shaking off the skin suits
licking at the sun
and breaking for the horizon
disclosed in lucid dreams
despite the skeptic schemes
of disbelief and breaking down
of selfish thoughts and buttons drawn
and pushed just to push you around
and pull you under ground

We're already breathing the open skies.
and ready