fessin up

outside in the darkness

tuning in with the night

slither moon and cricket serenade

i swear i hear canadian geese

somewhere in formation

like we are here

lending ourselves to play out divinitys plan

i pretend to be blind

running around like a dog burying the bones

always rushing destiny

and YES, sometimes i cock my leg just to proove i can!

you must forgive me for always tangling the webs

up above they often shake their heads

but we gotta laugh or cry

and i'm spinning on this wheel of time

i hope that you can aim

cuz those knives look sharp and i'm a bleeder...