Hazy Acres

In a room with no light 

You don’t exist 

Shall I sit in the dark then

The up and down 

Lions 

In the obvious anger 

Burn down your games 

Old things you can’t process

If you knew the truth 

Where is the symphony playing 

Anywhere 

Out of a super charger here

How did this happen

Looked down 

And shook the tree 

Now they are tornadoes 

Shrink or expand to a larger wall 

They are stingers

Bees without pollen 

Be a planet needing food 

Dirt roads please

Rivers 

A small grocery 

Short drives to the shows 

Simple 

Truth is you have to hate sometimes

Anger saves your life 

Leftovers left too long to be considered 

Dormant energy 

Powerless 

Can’t spell spell 

Or speak good

Anteaters running in circles

I bought a zoo it seems

Plastic heads 

Your rules are antiquated 

The quiet is a friend 

Age demands more of it 

In the crooked whispers

Top of a rock

Bottles with notes 

Send to the bottoms

Morphed into a bird with ideas 

Lets run until we fly 

Evolving back to the beginning 

Ghouls in a multiverse