Taking a nap I’ll move,
If I’m little more inspired to.
Wincing on the words I prayed with,
I’ll pull my sleeve and bear the cage!
Strutting down the winter woods,
With friends and foes chattering together,
I’ll lead with colour white on my face,
And let them paint me with their words I say!
Below the grass I’ll lie,
And ask why I be the light in this darkest time?
Then meddle with the purest of the past,
And weave the cool calmness of today as the untruth!
I’ll not laugh it’s easy enough,
And put the words in other’s mouth.
I’ll end these worthless words in this way,
Within this little bower of today’s togetherness!