Journey Further Fantastic

Then there's the sun wiping our burdens,
Masking our eyes.

I walked a straight line with dirt beneath my feet, water beneath my fingers.
The dim lights swallowed moths once more. The tumbleweeds swallowed oxygen.

I had a tendency to look downwards then looking upwards and allowing the sun to gobble.

And there's the moon providing a place to hide.

"Mate stop mourning over, then jump and hide again."

I looked at the spaces between the fences, I happened to be thinking about us.
I waved the streetlights goodbye.

Look at the creatures now look at the children. That.

I want to be able to say it without giving out what I want.
What do you have to say?

(sound of iron melting)

I fight for my bones, that.
And what do I have to do to freeze this frame we are in?


Who? and when?
I asked, that: What kind of moral is that?
Have respect towards me, mate! I lend and you take and I expect something back.

I want to hear what you have to say

Maybe then,
Lacking of air and water might be much bearable


I told you breaking someone in half was an option.
That, losing lungs, desire.
Air and all.

Say to your love, "watch your back".

And do it again.