You sold the lie you bought the lie doesn’t really matter the lie is still the lie
Why we dance, to the song, or to the bullet
Aces & Eights, we do the hokey pokey, that’s what it’s all about
The game of fates, of soul’s lost-lost souls
paying the ultimate cost
Bored with the plants and the bees and the truely finer things
Driven to their greater, that they call the stars, life on Mars, mason jars
I had a once upon a time
At the very birth of the days of rhyme, and reason
And its nature, they are of season
Like the figure 8 times 9, like chimes
Me for you, and you for me, and all one big happy family
Should I catch a shooting star? Should I bring it where you are? I will.
The cost of being good company,
a dying pathetic cacophony of never could’s and never wills
I don’t like when they feel sorry for me
They just don’t see, it’s Persephone calling, and she needs my company
Don’t worry, I know her well
her cries and colors don’t scare me anymore
I know her toll strikes loud and hard
Her bite stings and her rhythm so slow
an excruciatingly low tempo
But, I dry her tears and she dries mine
and when the tears turn to sobs, she does not turn away
She is not afraid
There’s but one beam, or thread, how to say
The mind-buoyed
I know to trust, to bring me back up, someday
How do I know
It’s her colors, her subtle deep dark tones that tell me so
The dark gentle giant of the undertow
Kensho Homestead 