we can have our picnic

here today, gone except for the sorrows and the blossoms
memories in a system similar to rain
the biological and the metaphysical raging ' round the soul
hoping to skip the red tape, and be the life of the party
get a rise out of the ridiculous , like a phoenix out of firing range

Love makes the world go up and down
Lifting the spells of the dragon tamers
God gone awol, down by the creek
either got a lot of nerve or its exhaustion setting in
have to make do with a homebrew simulation until the sunset

see you somewhere in the loop , if the compost doesn't get us first
shake your hips if you live
the zombie -like state stapled to a telephone pole,
time to make an escape


the lightning is fizzing out, we can have our picnic
take a break and and ease out of the catatonic