One dry dust evening
Those times when sun shone pink
All across the hill side
Flickering on the lake

That's it.

Picture me and my complexes
Stumbling in the grass trying hard
To breathe.
Wanting to last forever
But begging to leave.
I only questioned my existance
In every being of my observance
And every time life flickered before me
Like sun rays on the lake
Shedding pink tones of gold
Over everything I saw...
And when infant wings fell from their nests
I hung them out to dry
In metal fish nets
From the pine trees
And I wanted to pour
More life forth
In the feeding of pigeons.
But they always died
And I never knew why
But it was my lack of conscious.