bless the clouds for hiding the rays of the sun
they don't know what the cultivate behind them
lets detach our souls of pavement infested forests
and wander around the trails of our native ancestors
we are captive beings with dreams of boiling the oceans
watch the skies fade through kaleidoscopic eyes
and then soon the sun will rise from behind them empty bottles
but baby deer don't be shy
baby deer dont be shy
baby deer no need to hide.
and then sky wont be grey.
i have no fear
in letting myself go
but i do want you
but i do want to be loved
and by you.
we will paint the walls into our own vibrant tribal shields
watch the paint drip down into spirals down our spines
and it will all heal naturally
eventually, they say
but first you need to open your eyes.