Guzzling Phantoms

at times i frolick in blue bonnet and mint, then sling demons into innocent winds but mostly its a lifeless swim, in construction site pools the shadow of silence if i dance i dance with fools (fools that look like me). your mind is maze of peculiar- unique riding the vapour of a brilliant wind, like an eagle skipping from peak to peak dipping its wings in ponds of pristine, you know truths that i'll never see sometimes unique is made for alone and alone is made for unique you wrestle with giants that have no heart (guzzling phantoms that wear only darkness...) simpler to let things sift through the night, then come morning taste the cream of your life