In the world of wonderful things,
we tend to abridge upon the wings
of an everlasting notion - commotion
that we the people live in motion.
And by this motion we tend to leave
past and transcend above our means
to meet upon wicked dreams in
which we come together - a har
mo
ny of jagged correspondable things.
And by the power vested in us -
The trees, rocks, flocks of fowl
and all the natural things - we think
alike in many ways except our natural
ways - an impasse of motion - devotion
to our own kind.
Not only do we see our light -
we make sure to show by night
just how much we differ - to sniff
out the impurities by sight.
From the mixing of the motions - life -
we started from the oceans only to
dry our likenesses on the shore -
A shore in which we call home -
our core.
