oh, how i want to cut open and crawl under skin
live my day and eat the ocean with the surface
and drink the pie where no island should go
and he is inviting me for a feast
of the people of the people
on the boat set sail through the moat of death

the lurks under the stone. the calm driving turned to madness. a road trip to nowhere soothes the soul of the wrecked. waiting for the train to stop. and feels nothing of the wind. smelled like green out of the blue. the beautiful rays. the treasure that lies ahead but nothing when reached.

Looking for something that you can't possibly find

Go look at the sky

tell me if you see a MONOLOGUE

the one that says:

"Look here! It's right here! Look right into deep into seep and try to sleep tonight for you won't see it tomorrow and someone else will say this to you the same thing you saw yesterday but you'll forget tomorrow!"