feeling kinda strange.
feeling like free people laugh
itsa slow slow walk there...
and i'm walking so fast
it's almost unreal.
but sometimes i feel
like maybe i'm not.
so indescribably
moving.
so we're just thinking alot about how
we once loved to
see if we had time in our hand.
picking the locks, too... finding our stance.
where i'm going to, where you're going too
so we frequent the tables.... the bedrooms...
still chance
and still waters.
feeling like free people
sons, gods and daughters.

i could
if i
under
stood
where i'm standing
demanding
significance
and truth.

i might
begin that
flight
were we not so
empty.

it is the segregation of truth;
the dividing of man by the distribution of beliefs.