There is a fire inside of me.
There is a fire and oh it screams.
It tells me move and to never stop.
My love has gone soft and my heart grown wild.
Dead are the eyes that gaze on this world.
What is beyond it is what they yearn for.
What is the unknown has become my kingdom.
In the daylight of worry I have found my feet.
If I weren't to move how would you follow?
Hard has grown the fire, but still she burns.
Still she calls for it with one word, "More".

Let's shake up this whole state and just wait.
Let's hold each other's hands not our tongues.
Let's dance like fools, so alone but together.
Let's do those illegal things we do so well.
Let's play in the snow and dream of Winterfell.
Let's sing along to songs and mumble the parts we forget.
Let's drive around the town with no where to go.
Let's play with the rocks in the river.
Let's write ****** little poems about one another.


Maybe this is just me but I think that sounds fun.

Sometimes I just sit and wonder what you're doing.
Then I stop and go back to thinking about normal things.
Time to replace reality with some dope little beats.
Grasping for sanity far away in worlds ticking and tocking.
With a smile in my pocket and the sand still on my face.
Let me stand here looking **** with all my disappointments.
Deleting all the lies from my phone turned it into a clock.
Come on tell me something real so I can dream with a smile on this face.

Give me a lie I'll hold it close.
A lovely fib is better than silence.
But then again I did wake up this morning.
My poetry became English's drunk Uncle.
Perverse as a God being born from Facebook.
North Dakota man without a sense of Wintermas.
Lights made the eyes so black and hollow.

I dropped my ID in the gutter.
Stuck in the gray for another day.
Stammering for shattered syllables.
Slowly it all happened in a blur.

Woke up tired still mixing words.
Days turned into fits of sobriety.
Till the darkness rises and takes the sky.
Another night trying to forget her..

           ..The girl with eyes as deep as the sky.

God cried and looked almost human
Soft pain was felt by those who felt those whimpers.
A thousand lifetimes burned away waiting.
Life moved on and so did the rain.
Warm sand never changed but by the waves.
God died and felt almost human.

They used to tell me I wasn't native because I knew my dad.
They used to call me ****** because I did my homework.
They used to beat me up when they got bad haircuts.
They used call me ***** because my skin is brown.

I always thought this kind of stuff was pretty sad.
Like a joke with no punchline it just hung in the air.
When adulthood came they turned and forgot.
Now I play with Lego's to remember playing alone.
Just dancing along to the same old empty song.