where to go and what to do

[Lt. Green]

Pictures, framed in metal and wood
remind me of the days
when I thought I could
conquer the deep on my own
distinct and indifferent
my cares did not care what deeds they sowed.
Your smile, that Kodak look,
shows me that fault
and all I took
for granted, and now the stillness of the night
shrieks and screams
and I have no energy left to fight.
Flight for the flightless
I strove too far
and forgot who I was supposed to be
for my words look so eriely back at me
My, my
look how far we'e come
but from the bottom I can easily see
all the bullshit and crap that follows me
I took to dance and create some beautiful pictures
I wove some words
and flung myself to the wind
only to find myself without a way to fend
The heavens move so softly overhead
but the voice of reason does not come from above
rather from within
my heart goes out to you in hopes that we can still be friends