Peacefully fins glide in innocence,
As rain falls down upon the surface...

Life is like a chain link fence,
For everything that happens is connected...

Chained by law, creativity stands,
Weeping to antagonizing eyes...

Hand down the bottle,
To the one they call the soul...

Down the bend in the long dirt road,
The soles of my boots now are told...

Liquid extravagance in a bottle,
Holding the time that is to be had...

Stardust scatters over clouded horizon,
As the light begins to fade abrupt...

They call them weeping willows,
For the willows know the seasons...

Silence beholds the gift of truth,
Tells no words nor tainted thought...

Chaotic flow of liquid streaming
Down fleshed hills of rose; Never-ending...

Cryptic legs of wonderment,
Hastily weaving silken art...

Lay down the beats
In the old town streets...