our subconscious leading our intentions
where the light ends
gray over gray
i can see forever
all the way to yesterday
bleeding colours fall away,
night skies with no wars overhead
bleeding colours
they just fall away,
night skies overhead
with war
belief not limited
to what i hear
one heart beating,
one life lived
overcast
like a silent film
the music leading us
to the sun.
and the voices
like ours right now fade away
and i feel burned and paid.
why such fervent preaching,
when no blessings can be found?
why leave your aspirations
in the dry and cracked ground?
i have prayed for absolution,
and i have prayed for a new language
i have served my intuition
felt it cringe and hesitate