3. “Flight Over Callous”

taking a plane over all the fields

where people in houses, they insolate

their walls with the peace that they always steal

believing there can be no other way

they’re building these walls so as not to expose

the fading will, in a state of repose

this is our curse--forgetting our beauty

what is it worth? i can’t find another

who sees what i see; will you send others

who will stand fast and love beautiful strangers?

i then flew further and into the heart

to find that the forests had no trees

the mountains were sand and rivers ran dry

all monuments to their state of mind

none could remember the natural thing

how does one find the love that you bring?

this is our curse--we’re searching for meaning

but we’ve been delayed by passively drinking

what we want to hear; we will not endanger

our itching ears to love beautiful strangers

words go unspoken

callous and broken

but be not afraid of the fight to come

you may not be sober

the season’s not over

in time you will see who you must become

but don’t let the mountains settle your sun

this is my curse--i'm numb to the battle

but can i secede and pull out of the middle?

i will try to be your modest angel

who will look out for all those beautiful strangers

they’re so beautiful

they just don’t know it yet

tear down these walls

so that they don’t forget

so that i don't forget