Friday, July 1, 2011

Dear Machine.

When Yesterday's sun
rises in blood
a cancer,
we'll all stand strong
and you
will be alone
as we float out on a sea
a hold of followed dreams
and you won't ever see
what we become.

And left in your home
you'll eat yourself
a stanza
of how it all fell
you should have let it be
and let us all be free
now we won't ever see
what you become.

We wanted Love.
We wanted Out.
And we wanted You
to prove
what you know
but you could never see
the honesty of dreams
so we'll just walk our own
Sweet Road.