Floating on thoughts undefind in a natural state of forgotten space
where time colides with a void of truth as trees dont crumble under forsaken
trust though blind to the fact that rain dont shine we stay under shadow
with our eyes to the sky. Yes we're waiting, holding on and hoping.

Come along get a grip get a clue get it right it dont matter if it's on for tonight
when we come around looking for a place to stay a place far away so near
to the heart like a slug in the chest in the early morning and a shot of
whatever just to get trough the day.

A poem to the sky for the wet in your eyes for the lies untold and the reasons to die. For the falls that we take and the bonds that we break. A poem for every last fucking little bliss that we miss and now it's on!

Wake the fuck up get undone get what is given give it back to the sky's with
a virgin kiss and a smothered smile with a kick in the head for the sake of fun and mortal violence as we drown and make believe right under the sun for color shifting and a reason to run

Yes! escaping you do need helping out of cells built into your mind like a circle going round and round. It get's familiar slitely tragik a little bit funny and always old.

Here's a last line about true divine like words never ment what I ment to mean but a message is written and wont be erased even though forgotten always in your head like the ink in your skin and the blood in your veins like a promise not given merely hinted at... yes?