The Modern Way Out Of Town

THE MODERN WAY OUT OF TOWN

This recons with an argument
Discloses a watchful eye
Be a shadow of your former self or improve
Dye the grass blue to confuse the fox

A stairway for the souls of disturbed ages
Fritter away your payments and passports
Trap yourself in concrete
Debauchery for the kindly bricklayer

A vessel for mortar
A cup for timber
A weary cart for love
The tires are pushing into the mud

Fortune, he craves!!
Watchers from the shards of population
Confused rioters shopping with mirth
They do not know of the chaos

Only charm
We alight to the hills and look at weed
We pick the sun with sticks
Dreary books
Feeding bulls

Whiskey brawls enchant
A new dawn for celebration
No new following
Just empty wallets, fearing the bleached white in your eye

I see, a bold statement!!
Cry at the city below and its lust for life
Primary colour kisses
Winks and pouts

Bickering keepers and the man who is silent
The strange occupation of turning
Turn away and look
Sleep with the rain and wash with the bird

Your food is there
Give me licence to disclose and lie
On your head be it
Lie in wait, I advise

Take the shortcut and nod at doorways
Your father is the earth, spilling seed for a simpler life
Raising you and raising a dagger
He will envelope you and destroy you