Grey November

Rows of houses, all bearing down on me 
I can feel their blue hands touching me 
All these things into position 
All these things we’ll one day swallow whole 
And fade out again and fade out 

This machine will, will not communicate 
These thoughts and the strain I am under 
Be a world child, form a circle 
Before we all go under 
And fade out again and fade out again 

Cracked eggs, dead birds 
Scream as they fight for life 
I can feel death, can see its beady eyes 
All these things into position 
All these things we’ll one day swallow whole 
And fade out again and fade out again 

Immerse your soul in love

I refuse to be swept away by the current.

It’s easy to lose focus.

I see an open door.

What do you see? 

There’s just something about this that brings about a moment of calmness in me.

In spite of being stripped bare and isolated, stand tall.