Arson Wake
the space around us disappears it’s getting hard to
breathe, the clockwork machine creeps; a shade of
gray covers the ever-moving crowd of corpses. hate,
greed and fear, the cause. it drained your soul away
and stored it on a rack, so don’t you want to take it
back? and all the hopeless ones are crying out, don’t
mind, you’re definitely blind – with eyes shut and
arms open, feel the spray of the ocean; i can hear
myself breathing and i love to feel alive. i’m falling,
i’m free, in the wake of a dream. i’m proud of giving
up all my pride, for the promise of new life. beware
your dreams or swallow it all, rise or fall; the earth is
bigger than i am, but neither blue nor round, evolve a
new theory! i’m sure you’re still a part of the human
race, boy without a face! – with eyes shut and arms
open, feel the spray of the ocean. can you hear
yourself breathing? don’t you love to feel alive? go
falling, be free, in the wake of a dream.
luke 12.56
