having a method
one of those extreme mirages
like this whole fads a facade
I like to brag alone
tell myself its going to be purposeful
I listen to the outside world like it cheerful
beams & late summer tourists
but there is death on our borders
and it only seems to get more buried in national news
Im not even sure any I encounter has a clue
my only true hope is for a counter culture revolution
in really whatever sense it means at this point
because our mother is dying // we all have her eyes
such simple changes...so little time
so many things have set in motion
but we must act
fact is I can barely follow myself to the sea
higher ground is the only thing that seems to be of good reason
sometimes you just have to drive fast at night
because accidents happen to the ones who are scared of risks
I feel at times it is my only action...my only release
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