Nothing is simple on my mind
trying to unwind and the wind blows my hair further away from my head
I feel every breath it takes
and it annoys me
is that the point
solitude and empathy
reaching down in the depths of depravity
they’re marching in the streets now
after all that work we did when the monster was here
reaping his rewards
buying his dominican republic
sipping on the blood of patriots
while the world crumbled
and you think that the meanings are twisted
mirroring the rich
those depicted
wrenching the oblivion of the soul
till it all crumbles up
i wonder if they listened to the sound of their own thoughts
if they ever felt the wind nag at them
with it’s sultry breath
did it blow them away
there’s no escape for them today
better tell them to go out and play
One Comment
perfect, fascinating Portrait.
You look so pretty good.
I would like, work with you,
sometimes, somewhere.
Good wishes,
Ernst