The absurdity of youth will forever shine through. From Dada to Gaga; What is truth?
Find your own reason to find what you need. I find myself in a manic street, Preacher state of mind and nobody notices me.
My silent voice tells everyone that I have said enough. My silent protest against your wars, That have never been just. A cannonball rolls down a hall And breaks my heart again. A rocket ship with endless fuel has never entered space.
With wooden hats, we offer no protection, Against your winter, sun or rain. I have no idea what inventive means to me. It means to question me and ask me what this temple means to me.
I believe in your forever more, But not today; my picture store, Is too expensive to ever be sold out. The words obscure, the world sideways, A lipstick kiss replaces my mouth.