We were born under the past of some others
The wreck of some others, the death of blood brothers.
We were born lovers of Babylon's thunder.
We were uncovered into a yellow summer
Then we'd sit out on the backyard deck
Mid winter in our lazy vests
Pining over all the mighty ants
How they work for such a small investment.
Then the muddy streets would dirty up our feet
When the meat of greed hadn't laid its hands on me.
I was laying quiet. I saw the serpents eyelids
I saw our fair complexions inside his evil iris.
We were ambushed but we should have known
Not to give our love to flesh and bone
You were proud, I was pathetic.
Either way we were handled like doves in malignant fingers.
Maybe memories are flawed insights
On the way we wanted things to be.
You were sitting like a baby deer
But in your head you were a valiant stallion.
There it goes, goes on again. The wiles of human recollection
Grow as gardens after rainfall. Exodus of existentialism.
And I can see it all. It seems like I can remember it.
Where my mother and father were when
They were made for the greatest love.
Before the leaves would discover them,
Before the locusts were biting them.
I hope that I can remember it. It's always how I remember it.
Then we'd sit out on the backyard deck
Mid winter in our lazy vests
Pining over all the mighty ants
How they work for such a small investment.