I can smell the idle gunsmoke
Staining the lyrics on the breeze
Turned softly away from the pinwheel
I can see it only if I sneeze
There is no reason for change of season
Or the fact that we exist
But to still think about it
How can I resist
There is no other blinding block of sun beams
Brighter than your smile
I don’t think that I can go and reach the sun screen
Even if I walk that extra mile
The cosmos chime with the silly bells of freedom
Ringing out with liberty
They are smashed by the Gods of our enemies
Their names resemble you and me
I strain my eyes and turn around and see
Mostly everything
The chair that we sit on is our own bastard crown of thorns
A four pegged optical extremity
It’s what the Bible decidedly forewarned
A beast hiding with the keys
It’s not a seat on the vehicle of harmony
It’s not a chanting earthbound seam
It’s nothing but a cloak and dagger, maverick sort of
scheme
The moon hangs low across the shiny northern field
A loligagging sort of three
Six more than I ever thought I ever had
She finally drifted off to sea
We are born and then we die, a beginning and an end
The middle, that’s up to you
Me, I like to pretend
