Passing the sad” mimmiling waves,
of joy toward screams.
The loudest to season” shouts reasons. to the grass why green” if no leaves, tomorrow hugs itself,
for children now.” illusions come’
I'm that dirty dirt, just meaning’
short of peace’ that's not for today. today is tired”and yesterday alone. Can't think” it never could.
yes with you’ but tomorrow’
I settle on wood, and lay on metal”
I walk scared” but I'm blind”
scared of what’ to be fair,
the truth’ I see no flesh’ nor a soul’ perhaps seconds of a day”
clowns smile” but not in fairs.
none recognize me,
or my word” vs
your favorite’ soundless song”
double you oh are de.
A pinch” of meaning to noun”
to nothing “you become no word”
no sound. Only blew..