It’s all dark
except for fireflies just out of sight
my face is hot
barring the sweat on the back of my neck
keeping me cool when there’s a breeze
I want to smoke pot
but the boys are nowhere to be seen
I look around taking in the movie scene
I see souls passing in slow motion
over the forest trees
I wonder if they can see me
light litters the ground like licks of fire
it’s a dream when I’m oh so far beyond
and I prefer it that way
the buildings disappear when I feel this distant
but only as long as the moon is bright
tonight, when it is new and dark
I see the bodies falling
I hear the cry’s for daddies and babies
I see mothers with tears as big as planes
the owl screeches me into my surroundings
it’s better than sirens
tears cover my face but no ashes
the lone crumbling is me
as I fall to the pine needle ground
I think about where I was born
I think about people I thought I knew
I think about who’s gone
no one can see me planted on soil
my face in the earth
breathing in dirt covered worms
wild flowers never grew from cement
although they tried
I left before the singing began
I had to or I would have flown places I shouldn’t
the sound of cracking jerks my head off the dirt
I can almost smell the fire from here
or is that wrong
looking up from my position I rise to my knees
and I pled
make it stop
make people stop hating me
make it stop
make an elevator to pass out the top
that shoots like a star
throw money out the doors
like leaves flying off the trees
sleep with women that live on other grounds
holding them on pillows made from clouds
cross lines with promises
from long before men forgot they wanted to be alive make it stop
make it stop
make it stop forevermore
except for fireflies just out of sight
my face is hot
barring the sweat on the back of my neck
keeping me cool when there’s a breeze
I want to smoke pot
but the boys are nowhere to be seen
I look around taking in the movie scene
I see souls passing in slow motion
over the forest trees
I wonder if they can see me
light litters the ground like licks of fire
it’s a dream when I’m oh so far beyond
and I prefer it that way
the buildings disappear when I feel this distant
but only as long as the moon is bright
tonight, when it is new and dark
I see the bodies falling
I hear the cry’s for daddies and babies
I see mothers with tears as big as planes
the owl screeches me into my surroundings
it’s better than sirens
tears cover my face but no ashes
the lone crumbling is me
as I fall to the pine needle ground
I think about where I was born
I think about people I thought I knew
I think about who’s gone
no one can see me planted on soil
my face in the earth
breathing in dirt covered worms
wild flowers never grew from cement
although they tried
I left before the singing began
I had to or I would have flown places I shouldn’t
the sound of cracking jerks my head off the dirt
I can almost smell the fire from here
or is that wrong
looking up from my position I rise to my knees
and I pled
make it stop
make people stop hating me
make it stop
make an elevator to pass out the top
that shoots like a star
throw money out the doors
like leaves flying off the trees
sleep with women that live on other grounds
holding them on pillows made from clouds
cross lines with promises
from long before men forgot they wanted to be alive make it stop
make it stop
make it stop forevermore