If I could be anyone
I would be a feather
That appears out of nowhere
But, so sure of it's destination
Regardless of the journey
Like a plastic bag moving with moxie
Strangers in the dark, night comes mysterious
Or an untouchable plaster ceiling in the Basilica among invisible realms
Or maybe even like Mozart's allegros played every so vividly
The quills tally the wind and scuttled through wind
Saddled the stirrups of God's horses of black gold
Petroleum queen, you'll never find these deities
With your golden hair, you let your visage show and guard down
Where the women come and go
And talk of Michaelangelo
If you're a friend I'll let you accompany me indeed
Our journey needs soldiers and serves the Queen of the Bastion
Or when you find the servant is your master
Or when you find angels have swords and ***** souls too
You'll fly on the heat and tides of time
Like a cotton flower do