The outlaws are coming,
drawing rumbles and quakes.
The walls humming in unison,
tables dancing with aches.
In the distance there’s motion
like a wave of red dust.
Hooves that clatter in rhythm,
masked men, demons in gust.
The town’s people continue
like a peaceful afternoon.
They ignore the closing chaos,
unnoticed approaching monsoon.
A young lady kneels down
placing her palm on the ground.
A thunderous screech in the distance,
the cavalry’s victory inbound.
Freedom in each stride
Let the wind be the guide
Every step is momentum
Effortless, relentless glide
The rhythm is eternal
A drum beat that’s internal
This is trance and I’m inertia
Your ethereal or infernal
In the halls of serenity
I can find who I am.
In the stream of tranquility
I can see why I am.
When the sky lifts my spirit
I am grounded by life.
Everlasting sensations
of a place after life.
If I knew where I was going I would tell you where to go
All I ever knew was moments and going with the flow
Sleepy hills don’t bother no one, morning wind shows us the way
If I experienced reincarnation I would live my life the same
Carry on you stubborn hero, carry on your righteous path
I know I’ll find you when I’m meant to and we’ll make that moment last
Carry onward dying petal,
let the breeze take you far away.
Find your shade in the withered forest,
swaying down as your colors fade.
