All the Grass

ourselves

For honor

to be free

Anything for a dollar

and a dollar for anything

Sincerity

try it for free

seal it in your voice

steal it

so the words you say

never feel complete

something strange

somehow changed

a chance for you

to-be-sane

two

minds alike

highs and highs

for sighs and rights-

to set

. a. sense of things

more of it slips through your fingers

everyone covered in wind

standing

sitting

moving there

space-outlines in the open air

to win and lose

history is replete

With the many men still on their feet

Who thinks of the ones who are dead?

-the thoughts in their heads

What context are we to have

on this, our golden path

they are there 

We all must still go forward 

Step by step 

sense to the scene 

something real to be seen 

Everything I am 

assigned to myself 

a sense for a box 

with a layer of irony on top 

sliding 'cross your skin

sliding through the day 

through the moment you're in 

Tomorrow 

really wasn't alone 

all while all are saying- 

that I simply must atone 

 Coming- 

into focus 

folded 

 along my eyes 

Seeing, 

is not believing 

and believing 

 will compromise 

-covered in rumples and folds 

now running quite thin 

put on in an hurry 

your scarred skin 

 Threadbare now 

and covered in half repair . 

After the clothes on your back break 

it'll still be there 

don't let loose 

no one around 

 it's all you 

under pressure 

pressure back 

no one lesser 

lest you join the cracks 

all the grass will look like snakes