Storm to the beach a call from the wild


The advice of the springs forth all the new
suffering inside the Payton few,
survive the nature of the Lord of solitude
science has blinded us from using it's flame
not sense the barricade of sleepy meadows
through a notion of quest to barren its rest

let loose on my caboose in my sultry frame
from each stepping stone we lift each other up
making advice on the back of the bus
a spice of life  

in each parting stage we live in the surprise frame
rescue me through the bellow of leaves
barren leaves
exposed to the leaves,

relax as you bask in the flooding asp,
barricade in each episode
smile from a lonesome child
cut corners on the wedge

jelly beans for a future swing

texture wave angelic sing
buried beneath the common leaves
text to reflect the cosmic abode
kiss the lonesome child

storm to the beach a call from the wild