Cosmos’ in line
Trying times are hanging up
Harrowing efforts
Are disappearing from the host
Flying through concrete
The gold trap is deepening
Pant pockets are disappearing
Frayed lives are whimpering
Too much whispering
Richness is changing our living
Galaxies full of notion and time
In our mind they harbor
Asteroids driving our madness
To the core of the emptiness inside
Ticketing our ride home
The rail blurts its bias for us to be gone
So we fall asleep with its subdued sounds
Until we’re out and about
On our own two vehicles
Blasting tasting racketeering tricksters
Devine, sane, and holly men
No one is the same but we’re falling in
Forces are at a tug of war
We’re just the pawns in between
Aug 5, 2011
Aug 5, 2011 at 7:19 AM UTC
Cosmos’ in line
Trying times are hanging up
Harrowing efforts
Are disappearing from the host
Flying through concrete
The gold trap is deepening
Pant pockets are disappearing
Frayed lives are whimpering
Too much whispering
Richness is changing our living
Galaxies full of notion and time
In our mind they harbor
Asteroids driving our madness
To the core of the emptiness inside
Ticketing our ride home
The rail blurts its bias for us to be gone
So we fall asleep with its subdued sounds
Until we’re out and about
On our own two vehicles
Blasting tasting racketeering tricksters
Devine, sane, and holly men
No one is the same but we’re falling in
Forces are at a tug of war
We’re just the pawns in between
August 5, 2011
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