It won't ever become clear
the wind is blowing,
we don't know why, or where
we are all winners, all moving
on to the next freeway
the new uplifted moment
taken over by fear we hide
then we expose ourselves
like the god forsaken sun
everything is good,
as long as we are getting thinner
when do you think,
we will forget all the beer
living for life, and not living
for the treacherous fear.
e.s.
