My eyes weary, my mind varies
The simplest things in life are the most extraordinary
A ripple in a pond is a lesson to me
That every action has a trajectory
Staring at the branches in the wind I'm mesmerized
The lines in a leaf I sat and memorized
The bulldozers came, the engines murdered silence
They came with chainsaws to do surgical violence
The raccoons hеld a meeting a stone was thrown
The windshield crackеd, the brakes squeak and moan
Dry grass in the gas tank turned it to an ash tray
The men ran away they got chased at a fast pace
Coyote communique, the men just heard a howl
The birds did recon, surveillance from a owl
The coyote growl translated to we got em now
The moon couldn't look, it hid behind a cloud
I woke from the dream and heard a fox crying
Ironic how under your skin your skull is always smiling
Are dreams a bridge between the night and the day?
Or is a dream the underworld where we go to play?
Are people I meet in dreams, the divine wearing masks?
With faces I recognize so lessons I can grasp?
Did we abandon the sacred for statistics?
Did we trade screens for secrets from mystics?
Or maybe we just rearranged the characteristics
We pixelated our minds into code linguistics
I'm trying to accept defeat, the desire to know
Maybe curiosity got knotted with my ego
Is to interpret a dream a way to kill a dream?
Or if you focus too much you'll see it in everything?
The palm reader said you're on the run from mortality
Do you interpret dreams or make them reality?