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.
Copyright © J Hamilton Gist | Year Posted 2015