how does a fly get to be what it does?
spent my whole life sortin’ thru this kind of fuzz

a dandelion of dreams floating thru infinite screams
underwater naps calming all these habituated schemes

i want the joy back that they all stole from me
i want my great-great-great-gramama’s recipes

i want to love hard but they made love hard
cut it all up with broken mirror shards

gift of god was the name i was given
but the gods i know never keep shit hidden

they let you grow and let you show
and let your blood and life force flow

i’m pretty sure that there’s a ladder near
and a herd of roaming fallow deer

and up high in that desert the fog catchers wait
to collect the water we all create

come drink with us in this comfy nest
old ones young ones it’s time to rest