you can be all if you want it
set a bar
you could feel all in the garden
swingin hard
in a teal night with a farmer from a song
and i realize it's a bomb it's from the wall
black street of your wasted dreams
brown teeth
yellow pee
man surrender
white sheets and the wander weeks
my feet follow me to forever
to feel all in an evening shine a star
will the leafs crawl to the ceiling
win the war?