I can see the sunlight and clouds on the horizon.
I can hear the two of us waiting to jumpstart.
We can follow our feet and leave a footprint in the harvest.
And we'll always be happier when we are in tip-top condition.
Flow down a river to the ocean.
Found who you seek between the trees and glaciers like oceans.
And rain and erosion,
it's plain to see.
We were destined to be.
Are there exceptions to this false dichotomy?
When we drink together, then will it still
bother me?
That we watch it die alone,
it led to higher souls?
Or is it our ego that
ruined the nurturing selection?
Cause if we're in charge,
then what is masculinity?
And if our sons are sacred, what is fraternity?
Under the light of the moon,
will we heal or consume?
When we act in unison,
will it be our underling's serotonin?
Thinking about a partnership makes me think I might vomit.
We don't take a knee to them as if our goodness was heaven sent.
It's all silly egalitarian.
They control the sea with a heavy footprint.
Ray,
they control the sea.
In all their glory,
will you take me?
It was you and me.
Outside the city.