Foghorn

So you feel caught up in a vengeful stir
The storms of life beginning to take their toll
Confusion is causing you to

The Children of the Green Fields

We children of the green fields
arbored by molting cottonwood,
lazy hounds of heated afternoon,

worrying

Car crash poetry
Riding on madness
Driven by apathy

Screaming through anything set in the way
Reaching the place where it always

At the top of the world where the tallest empires fall.

The highest cloud where dreamers learn to fly tall.

On the Bottom

Despondent

I talked to a friend of mine one day
Who had too much to say
The tribulations going on in life
Were too much to try