Travel

Remember when you were young? Dirty dancers danced
Stupid questions. Stupid answers. No one to tell.
Dismembering the hostage wasn't the solution to the pain.
Streets of tomorrow haven't been walked and they won't.
Trips like yours, difficult to achieve and understand.
But in all this shit there is evidence.
Evidence of a new world coming.
A new world where you and me will laugh hard.
And no one will remember these lines that changed the world.
Lines that burnt their brains and washed the distance.
If one holy word is to be said, you know it for sure,
dirty dancer of black despaired eyes,
summoned in the middle of the night,
by the green demon of rampage.

Everything under the sun is in tune he sang.
Then everything exploded. We disappeared.
No more sounds.
No more words.
Just a whisper.
I was leaving.
Just beating.
Coliflower.
Reading.
Writing.
Feeling.
Being.