It comes in whispers
Like sleepy murmurs
Warm, like sunshine on your skin
Non-invasive, but persuasive
And then your savage imagination
Demands an audience
Suppos-ed standard storylines
Implanted from a distance
First unit on the scene
Says 'close it up tight'
But by now I know better
No more 'fight or flight'
And the wind kicks up the leaves
And the oceans go wild
As I roll up my sleeves
and release the mind
In my purple velvet fields
I'll roll on the fresh, cut grass
And then I think I'll scream
And shatter what once was...
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 9:36 AM UTC
It comes in whispers
Like sleepy murmurs
Warm, like sunshine on your skin
Non-invasive, but persuasive
And then your savage imagination
Demands an audience
Suppos-ed standard storylines
Implanted from a distance
First unit on the scene
Says 'close it up tight'
But by now I know better
No more 'fight or flight'
And the wind kicks up the leaves
And the oceans go wild
As I roll up my sleeves
and release the mind
In my purple velvet fields
I'll roll on the fresh, cut grass
And then I think I'll scream
And shatter what once was...
We have lived many lives. Every time the present seeming so hard.
