Sitting inside of a dusty shell
Alone, by the side of a lonely road.
Lonely Road rests right next to
Fancy Street, on the hot side of town.


Infinite moments. Definite possibilities.
If we still feel human, then we’ve done ok!
The blossom has opened up once again,
I want to dance playfully in the tall grass and await
the deep purples, pinks, oranges of the setting sun.
Burn the stars into your skin, be stricken.
There are sweet, candy melodies stirring in the wind,
you start to sink,
you start to sink.
For the first time, you’re a stain on the earth.
You sink too deep,
you sink far too deep,
And now, for once, you meditate off of that enchanted highway.
And if you still feel human, then you’ve done ok.

They frighten me. Those possibilities.