I hear a whisper calling my name...
Am I any connection to that of my flesh?
I feel a something brush me
Am I just a result of a feverish mess?
No, I see nothing but field and fireflies
no one is here
but me the bugs and the stars
and I can't help but laugh
while you **** your way to deportation
I **** the world for freedom
and drink the nectar from it's crevasses
some are stuck curled in fetal positions
til the mission is clear
This isnt our perm- state
We are the example of change
the fire in the distance, the drum beat, the discourse and disarray
the smile growing on a pouty face
Grabbing life by its antlers
I scream
"Thank you universe, thank you
for I am finally let lose from my cage!"