Summer blue sky, it goes on even after us.
Rusty old fence, stand tall after years of neglect.
We are the feeling of calm right before sleep, the echoes bouncing off mountains, the second you push the gas pedal to the floor.
We are losers playing a winning game, thief’s working for an honest days pay, lovers that have gone away.
Forest burns then reaches the desert, it can burn no more. Children screaming from a first scraped knee, polio shot, a slap from their drunken father.
No certain thing lasts forever, no thing is certain.
Right from the ground a tree comes growing, through a branch the buds come out, between two legs we all come, this is certain. Believe everything you ever hear.