this time, it was different. this time we didn't get lost in an avalanche.. i was listening to you talk about your potatoes getting lost in your eyes i felt like i was finally done. it felt like home.. it felt real to me..
still swimming in the sea... lost under deaths overcoat.. WINTER! oh cold chill. first little saplings long for mojave desert sun and know not of whats to come. let the storms drench our mother let the wind help everything into its right place
do we finally wake up? in new times.. do we see the carefully written notes of our Forefathers and Foremothers? even just one sign? a logo
they found a way to inspect the raw fuel they thought what they saw was real but it was clay...
the ode, is yours. and yours alone.
and what would it take to make, to create? rivers of life from my heart. rivers of love.
you from another star system destined to touch down time to be around. you know more about us. kids play in the basketball court and you in the sky they dont see, how do you like me now?