Droplets of sweat absorbed by a sodden shirt, Not evaporating in the dry pressing heat, The light scorches everything it lays it’s gaze on, In the arid world of a final penalty defeat.
Old white crumbling foam under black leather, Unashamedly peeking out of the years’ old rips, Surrounded by the whitewashed stuccoed walls, Darkened by recesses forgotten by the neon strips,
At the point of evaporation it happened, Nobody really knew quite why, Some magic words were said with purpose, Every single child started to cry.
Sunlight shafts through the sooty towers, Nourishing the grateful green grass, Noises float on the cool summer breeze, Over the wildlife corridor it’ll pass,
The fear is here, Of going to near, Relaxing the rules, But fear never dulls, Engrained in our mind, Touching human kind,
Is there any free choice in a life? Are we on one way train tracks? Living on a predetermined route, Unaware of the fundamental facts.
Everything is going round, Like the echoes of a sound, In concentric circles made, By traveling in a cascade,
Protons, electrons and higgs bosons, We are all made up of pure stardust, Chemicals reacting every millisecond, Natural forces under our skin’s crust.
Like you know me you think, I don’t need to make sure, What you’re giving me is right, You just overthink some more.
The last thing I want to do is hurt you, As I walked through the open door, But the machete in my hand is heavy, then you’re lying on the cold floor,
