Under and In Rocks

This afternoon

Thunderheads loom

Let go of your weather balloon



Certain doom

Of one more mission out and over to the moon

Overflow that way soon



If all we fought for was senseless laws

We gave up like weaklings, who long ago lost their god

Impossible odds, but comparatively they're really not

There will always be parts and pieces of us under and in rocks



We often are

Childish in many ways and just like children

Purposelessly behaved

But somewhere else

This will all be erased and then nowhere

Taking on a somewhere shape



If all we fought for was senseless laws

We gave up like weaklings, who long ago lost their god

Impossible odds, but comparatively they're really not

There will always be parts and pieces of us under and in rocks