We walk into these shadows freely
Talking so much of tea leaf readings
Dousing water flames to steal the moment
Then sowing close those enlighten freedoms
Here standing rock tall in roman columns
Crying flames watching roasted tears fall
And dying on the cross of a lonely dead end
With no real friends squatting for our rights
We are more undiscovered than uncovered
Our lives lost in thoughts of deep algae moss
Filling thrills by counting our life sentences
Woman hot and moon in man we write
Trade for what else? What else fulfills?
What else would I have me killed by?
But words!
