Together we sat silent at a traffic light, vibrations of travels under the foot of an after-site
Had it afforded the culture wits to make a major change
To move from the city to suburbias exits where the edges are less frayed
Blessed with less madness
Given to more space
But as the envious green shown white eyes of a head on
Collisions of reality
I realize the muses of the metropolis watch over us
Prodding advancements in the language
With a nod
Continuing the movements of those songs long sung in our youth
When young men were royalty, raised to stand head strong
To which we still claim loyalty
I am in love with a woman I call clarity, flirt with connection and lay it down casually
But I play it cool to woo her
A player never lets on
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 6:34 PM UTC
Together we sat silent at a traffic light, vibrations of travels under the foot of an after-site
Had it afforded the culture wits to make a major change
To move from the city to suburbias exits where the edges are less frayed
Blessed with less madness
Given to more space
But as the envious green shown white eyes of a head on
Collisions of reality
I realize the muses of the metropolis watch over us
Prodding advancements in the language
With a nod
Continuing the movements of those songs long sung in our youth
When young men were royalty, raised to stand head strong
To which we still claim loyalty
I am in love with a woman I call clarity, flirt with connection and lay it down casually
But I play it cool to woo her
A player never lets on
