Struttin’ down the streets of that careless doin’

I see a freight train

Rolling down the interstate

I know it's too late

To try and save it from its fate

Maybe?

Today can be

A sinister plot

Tomorrow?

Let’s grow up

In blood clots of sorrows rotten plots

Or stay in a trip

Lazy nights, lazy nights

Always in season

You’ve got no reason

To fly kites, uneven

Do you KnOcK when you’re leavin’

And I slave away, in my cave

Hunting for tomorrow

Slave to that mindless day

That I must work for the borrowed

In this deafening, dizzyin' rave

It shreeks, howling in the deepest insanity

Not sure what I’m looking at

But the page sure looks crooked to me

Or feeling, it ties into my doubting vanity

And captures a world with no center spine built

For the most free man in a world of seas

Glides world to world in a sailboat

Carved from a cancerous cavity

And, and...

I can try to socialize

But my eyes don’t commit lies

And I demise the skies of a blank mind

Each time I wanna try to never wonder why

Why so tied up in a life of in-harmonious cries

But in real life, I can see the skies

So I try, to just not fly

Cause the lights are bright

And I have sensitive eyes

But when I’m feeling this feeling I do

I just feel like floating around that setting view

Just vanish in the midnight humid

Struttin’ down the streets of that careless doin’

I feel like changing the station

Hop trains, train hopping now

Coal on coal reminds of doubt

The only gift you get is racing

On a reluctant route

But there will always be gold dusted ferns in the grass

The dragonflies in skies lit of red, orange and brass

With a task sojourned to a past self

One of the last

Taking flight in the fields, the kind that remind you of floating in contrast

Or remembering the facts

The things that supply your lacks of

Freedom, fortitude and your own acts

How your arm WaCkS!

Swats away at everything harmful that comes into your tracks