When you vote upon a canyon
Makes no difference who you ram in Gravity will be the weapon that
Cleans up ur swampy companions

Who plays the game of love
What's the definition of
this game of give and tug
There must be some rules of glove

What's the length an field of play
Who refs the risks and rates the lay
When can you win, lose or draw dismay
Why aren't there more tactics, array

This game of love seems to confound
When some is lost some more abound
The winner gives up bounty to mound
Loser takes and takes and rakes the ground

You play to win but the match won't make
You play to lose and the match you wake
Flame fueled fire burning through the fleshlight
Or slow burning  coal that may last through night

When playing this game can you retire
To focus on life's more true desire
Making a place for memories, to aspire
Or running cross bridges lit by your *** on fire.

Consider a dandelion
Consider a mountain peak
Consider the ripples from a single drop or beat
Consider a star explosion
Consider space and blackhole son
Consider even suns and moons
are satellites of a greater U vision

To father is to reach a view  that stretches far beyond
What you ever thought you could ever do
The highest bell rung

To father is to find what's true
fill the gap and know what is out
of ones control too

To father is to make a splash and as you fade to the depths unknown grave
the waves you made
are all that's left to carry on infinitely

To father is to be okay burning up yourself as you light the way
holding glass minerals gas and stone
without knowing exactly how or where the spinning turned a house to a home

Just knowing that when you reach
the top or your mass collapse drops
it could break the very world you create and devistate
the very plans woven to levitate
SEW
Fathers Mediate the space between
The waves and dreams
Winds and streams
Pulling your seeds apart
Stack mass and cash
to pay attention to their heART
Spinning webs of redemption
Stitching wounds building arks

So as I grasp the view
of  the present bestowed and
I shiver in the vast unknown
but no matter beating rain
or interstellar hurricane
The futures big enough for my echo to be heard again and again.