Hazy Acres

Crumbling paper is playing somewhere 

Velcro in the library 

Metal on metal 

Loud chewing 

Insects plotting a takeover 

In the heat you look at me 

Created a steam in the shallow ponds 

Let me not use any long ways to describe

The central element of this place

Stumbling over a park bench

I forgot I was a king 

This part feels like I’m on a house boat 

Anchored 

Watching you on the shore 

You see a candle in the morning 

I see a silhouette play in the sun 

Out to sea the boy in dreams 

Firmly planted the girl with her real world

Things 

As things are and will be 

Sending and receiving 

Bricks on bricks in the wind 

This tiny city 

Littered with ghosts that form the bridge 

Back to a beginning 

This wing grows larger than a life 

Yet to fly over 

Those planes carry old fuel 

When the sky is safe 

It will take off

And the candle will come to its end 

While the sun sets on the edge

Offering what it can

This kid is bad and bad is not good 

Before the evolution 

White eyes and white sand 

Dark minds in the dark 

Shined the light

The sea is endless 

And does not belong to a tunnel 

Open visions 

Let loose this wild plan 

Fabric on a table 

Hot purity 

Broken rope frees an anchor 

No limits