progression of manners, filthy gestures, cheap excuses,
moistened words
facing bullets of unkindness, asking the weak to be
strong
just like a child
just like an innocent drunk who doesn't know the meaning
of being
awake for a day to reveal he failed - he's actually
dead
fighting each other, building high laws
quoting bibles, dying alone
can't survive with this september waiting so long to be
wrong
facing the gods
facing the lost dreams of strange subterraneans hiding
their faces
and hoping for bloom, dancing in circles to bring back
life
to the earth
filling the pots of illusion
creating confusion
blending the pure with the whore
living the others' drama
as dalai lama
a peace that will always bring war
tie down
those feelings i used to ignore