Fighting Reality

Over by the whispers of blue guitars
Lay scenes with bold broken towers
That sign is where mother meets the mountain
In glass memories of red watery inks
You know, out there where the universal machines swim?
Fight the thoughts of simple sweet journeys
No one meaning means all of what was meant
What I am or what I’ve become
Through the doors of vision
No endeavors are truly forgotten

 

best line of the whole peice. the rest is sitting on the fence.