Flying in circles,
For the barren ground.
Screaming for my god
To save me today.
If only have mercy,
A bit of grace.
I see the red flags
My mind tends to flee.
Can you see the remnant
Of my failing try?
Can you see me fall
From up on high?
I’m headed down
To the barren ground,
To dig me a hole
And never come out.
Careful one means cautious two for you.
So much to chat about but not the will to
Chat. How was yours? Mine was fine.
Hope you are well. Being well is half the
Battle. Sometimes soft, soothing songs.
Knowledge sex intertwine exchange
Merely showing off catch cling walk
Togetherness ideas dreams whisper
Calling grown up respect beliefs wait
Yelling expression argument curse
Bartender bounce a glass down to me
Full of mythological ecstasy. Blue Bell
Latte lounging larvae emblemic often
Natural saturnalia simplistic sounds on
Gardens such soulless ankle bite loose
Signs van mount career vocabulary kill
Mouse jungle temple farm tractor skinny
Year hop beer garden burger jump deep
Plop bin great cook deer wool rose fuel
Happy boiling front grunt Doppler move
Smooth skin belly button shin thigh high
Belief runs backwards. Two in one.
Conquered by temptations. Closing
Perception. Inebriated by fantasy. Raw
Footage runs circles in my head. Apple
Drawn cookie dawn old freedom release.
Home knee mock twist ain’t map topple
Bridge buckle languish tainted embellish
Rewind beneath order cardinal sprinkle
Noir meat every beat raucous mantle in
Proxy triple never theology freezing old