Floating on no momentum; supposing what it is I meant then
Clouds can cover my true rays; soon the moon ends my sentence
Felt wind under useless wings; help with all the truth this brings
Stuck on the ground, we roar the hurt. For this Earth, the ruthless sing
No real light, but all the fire left to scorch a land
Burn my palms, the deal expires after the lemur shakes the devil’s hand
From time ago to now and after; why lies before turned to laughter
Forgotten ties to older plans replaced with goals we now capture
Broken lead for twisted dreams; the point led away with a stick
Keep on pissing over the board to let the writing in this cup fit
From the ancient conquest, my dear gave gone head
To let feet with no direction learn to dance instead
Our music keeps me lifted from dust to ashes from which we’re sifted
Leave the grass beneath me growing and I will try to keep up with this
This dirt is mine, and yours for now. and soon we’ll share the rest
After we are done, comb the shores; use debris to build our nests

Noetry —Wawa