And so I wake in the morning and I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream at the top of my lungs
What's going on?~Linda Perry
I sit in stillness as sun reaches through
trees, gold glinting joy as these sparrows spew
unmelodic cheeps, idling car's exhaust
I'm sneezing on the brink and doublecrossed
and there's no one to blame. 'Situation's
all fouled up' suffices. My creation
as the old interpretation's dwindling
fuels my campfire's blaze, becomes the kindling.
The energy required to support lies
once freed can feed a delicious surprise.
The story we are small, star-crossed, alone:
a narrative composed to steal our home.
Secrets apparent dawn illuminates
before the chemtrails come to dissipate
clarity, ambassadors of doom's sting.
Now unweaves the spell, you light the gloom. Sing.
Inspired by: Ambassador, Campfire, Blaze and Suffice and 4 Non Blondes.
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