little dipper overflown spills shaded rainbows across the land,phosphorous shores are glistening hear the whispering roar atop high tide of a risen horizon,smoke billows and twists into misty rings,my eyes shrouded espy the morning star suffused in wet sand and the image of evil looked so nice in that light, i let her feed me those pale-faced lies.we all know that time is but a line meant to express our deteriorating lives,what doesnt this world do to hurt you and evermore potent is the emotion amalgam, surging pain ruptures the veins tied to my tried and tumultuous brain made into cold and soulless steel,deprived of the tool i call energy all i see are contrived plots to eliminate decisions,my creation is now a weapon of no use to me,who could be proud of such destruction?a friendly discussion becomes disgusting and my words arent what they mean,theyre only the sweat from my brow and the prow of my ghost ship.i cling in desperate dispair to an unclean and concealed living dream a river running fish,a bird on the air, a mare in the desert all own the nobility we futiley wish we could earn.and i think not a thing could be better, than thinking of you and lying in wait for nothing forever.we waded down mountain sides screaming hollering the song she sang oh what wondrous life you bring and better living through chemistry heals the pain of my apathy and kills all my evil motives.and over once again is this reminiscent bliss the spark of life and inspiration to one listless stalwart sentinel guarding an abandoned station,sees in his mind the subtle shift of the tide and the lessening chop of an immense and churning wave whose dark and deep troughs do seep bubble and tumble and fade into a dim,starlit night where water becomes sky and you and i are seen in a new light, a magnificent vision so beautiful it could kill you.and on the train ride home i was finally shown the love id been trying to hide,oh liquid life spilled through my fingers let me quietly linger in these fleetingly relentless seconds for ive never wanted to fight,which is why i eat yet still have hunger, and i own an invented method meant to express an inarticulate care for the fresh air that i breath im honored to be hear and to see what is clearly this instinctive plans purpose,and as i ride colored skies i think of your eyes open in my open arms