The slow demise of all your flees.
The glorious disguise of these blooming trees,
The gentle way the crickets ring.
...Some say its annoying while not knowing a thing.

The things you do to waste your time.
The funny words your friends will rhyme or
the clouds progressing as they take their time.
But, time to them is not the time of mine.

Regrets that fill your cluttered brain.
The way that dragonflies play their game.
The spider I saw on my table today?
The things that make first lines okay.

Face in the crowd.
Facing your loud,
obnoxious behavior.
I remember the shroud
of illuminating nature
encircling your sound
back in the days. Or,
just when we were proud.

Now I see you
All soaked in this goo,
Facing facades, displacement ensues.

And now you see me
exhausted from plea.
I stand with the trees
but you're covered in leaves.

Tell me why! Tell me lies! Tell me anything you want to.
We'll never die! Tell me why!

Tell me everything beneath this bleeding sun.

Some say the Earth is where the demons lay.
Some say beneath the ground is where you'll hear the cries.

And I doubt it still.
Just out of hope that she might rise.

Even upon our highest hill is below what we can surmise.

Some say the skies is where we'll sigh after we die.
Forgive my baptized mind, but I read your book.
It denies lies.

So wise, and still
my will, bearing this skill, is shrilled
behind
this jive disguise.

Standing on what we could fulfill, we'll see the others improvise.

They never come out as supposed to
but they mean so much and pose you.
And, just when you think you've forgotten some..
..just be on your toes, dude.

I've been to Paris, France.
I've been to bars in London.
Simple words, formed just right, can turn us into shut-ins.

I don't want to hate my friends.
I don't want to love these weirdos.
When people talk of words, it's a totally different type of fear, though.