thursday, thursday morning traffic, sunshine, and you guessed it, blue skies
inspires little thought except for 'how the world is won'...
big bow, six arrows a sense of invention and hope
today, further astray, ithink they're hiding in the wide open s***es
hunchback, easy attack, but baby is tender and sweet
the core, protected inside keeps me in sight of my home and my warm mother
upwind, still they're wound up
i stoop and i kiss the rock floor
unseen, keen, i've been here before
i know about knowing not what next.
i draw breath and arrow
this second has lasted all day
swiftly, deadly, i debtee
you feed me with your warm body
his life is not his as is not that which i take for mine
wonder that i am alive 'cos today i fed the lions...
inspires little thought except for 'how the world is won'...
big bow, six arrows a sense of invention and hope
today, further astray, ithink they're hiding in the wide open s***es
hunchback, easy attack, but baby is tender and sweet
the core, protected inside keeps me in sight of my home and my warm mother
upwind, still they're wound up
i stoop and i kiss the rock floor
unseen, keen, i've been here before
i know about knowing not what next.
i draw breath and arrow
this second has lasted all day
swiftly, deadly, i debtee
you feed me with your warm body
his life is not his as is not that which i take for mine
wonder that i am alive 'cos today i fed the lions...