it’s alright ma.. i’ll remember one day
if it’s all a lie, then i want to grow old like the fir tree and believe
these chipmunks are good, and the wind is good too
carrying the resurrected warm souls of nuclear winters past
and sweet musician birds i’ve never heard before
before i came here. and saw such devastation beauty
beneath the surface in ant colonies or decomposing foliage
there is life they say; i heard a voice say i need you
and what good is an incomplete ecosystem? sure to die
if providence does not smile upon the meek when dragons alight
and we cannot stand on the shore together
we’ll meet again she said, when all the kamikazes fall to this earth
those wicked men obliterated and the good torn apart
and no one can tell anymore. and we’re all dust particles
there on an updraft floating with the clouds on a staircase dream
oh! what a nice view from the top
what a pity this. reaching out for dear life as it’s fast falling
how once we saw the sun setting with the same eyes
the same sweet forgiveness of everything fading into soft slow taps
your frail hand against the wrought iron, delicate and ethereal, and cold
maybe then we won’t miss each other
