01 Molt

A man was walking down a footstep-laden path
Weighed down with the whoosh of feet from the girl right next to him
She turned and smiled with hair flashing cross her face
The trees collapsed around her she didn’t notice a thing

The golden age opens its eyes today

He knows he’s wasting away
But he wants to stay
She’s a ghost, a rat in a cage
But she’s ok

Only time will tell who can survive 
The avalanche of time
To face against the wind is a deadly climb
But he has to try

The man shouted out and covered his precious head
As each tree fell into place, on the ground where he tread
He wished for the girl to grab his hand and run away
But she kept walking along, condemned to fatal play

The golden age crumbles in decay

He knows he’s wasting away
But he wants to stay
She’s a ghost, a rat in a cage
But she’s ok

Only time will tell who can survive 
The avalanche of time
To face against the wind is a deadly climb
But he’s gotta try

The trees fall without a sound
A silent avalanche
He shuts his eyes, pries them wide
His branches burst into sand

He sifts his limbs amid his fingers
The others stand idly by
Ignorant, hollow, yet stable trees
Laugh at me

02 Solitary Shuffle

Bleak cloud drifts between valley and summit
Reaching, touching seamless synapses
Network of vessels, intersecting paths
Gasping for air over the seascape 
It’s a trap; his eyes only scan the map
He sees desolation in the cracked earth
Not soil but dirt
He drags behind him his cracked fingernails
To cover his trail

Drifts along, past poor port, a crow’s fleeting song, 
Sulking past, it drops from right to wrong, right to wrong

With circles in his eyes, he’ll lose no sliver of time
He stumbles toward his prize, a swift demise
Blinded by the weightless might of his skin and bones, 
He’ll soon turn to stone, a comatose drone
Too quick to be seen, time shifts like a dream,
He’ll shut his eyes, for days and nights
And at the close, he’ll lose control, reaching the toll
Without the slightest room to breath

Surrounded, alone
No one’s fault but his own
His back toward his home
Leap off the throne
The seeds have been too quickly sown
Cast them down and look up, you’ve seen enough

Hey man, you were lost, you’ve got time to trust yourself
Remain at a loss, or else you’ll waste your health
Don’t walk across, before you’ve seen what’s around you, so
Stop, breath soft, you’ve got all of us to help you through
You’ve got all of us
You've got all of us
You've got all of us
You've got all of us
So take your time, and I’ll take mine





03 Fortunate Man

Light splashes, jagged spears
From the depths, through the lens
The camera hides the hands
Blank voyeurs, copying the land
Imitating from afar
Constricting a sluggish heart
Unkempt hair covers the ears
Caching the obliquely clear
The unearthed fear
Give me a clue
What do you want me to do?

You ask me
I can’t say
You glance away
I’ll repeat, just in case
Shifting side to side 
Words can’t be formed
Adorned in discord
They leave no trail or trace
Absent of sense, time or place
Lacking record, self-erased
A body without a face
But my ears don’t betray
My supposed decay
But my ears don’t betray
My supposed decay

I couldn’t keep track
Of all these things around me 
Things of which you easily speak
So many things you could teach

Things I’d like to be able to say
I’m working on it, making my name
Things I’m learning to articulate
I’m starting to find my way

I’m starting to find my way

I’m starting to find my way

 




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