Blazing a trail through a collective consciousness that until this moment you were not privy to,
Like a blade flashing in frozen dawn air you make your way through the breath of a man,
Burning all concepts that were once held so close to your warm heart and its fragile beat,
Setting right what was once far off course yet lost in green seas with a fool at the wheel,
Every notch of a journey steeped in an inherent knowing that real progress is only found beyond you,
Bravely you charter un-named arctic waters towards the barren tundra of hidden emotions,
The mind runs out of control like lost street dogs fighting for survival in forgotten ages,
Sit down and see the stillness that permeates all things before it leaves us forever,
Pick up that dusty harp and in a minor key play me the sound of a lost loves yearning,
Take me to the autumn where you once lay trapped under copper leaf canopies with no eyes,
In this thin air, with great luck, our hopes lie bound to a cosmic merry-go-round bleeding love,
Destiny holds you in one big palm, will you jump or will you laugh?
Whistling idly into winds.
Burn up freely.