Crickets

Promises promised to promise us peace And haze moves in circles without moving When promises die haze is hard to teach And music uses its flavored movement. This leaves us chirping an airless entry Beckoning a behavior improvement Which is useless because no one can hear The swift brown mist escaping our doing. Thought releases a sour smelling fear As pain breathes empty woods and false crying And we know this life won't last forever Just smile because real life will end dying. Crickets young kings and kingdom of dirt Are all of us wanting to know our worth... Crickets young kings and a kingdom of dirt We are the crickets that laugh and won't hurt.