how far we've come, will they know
the time will come - they will row their boats
twilight tangled in the leaves
lights sprinkled on the sea
we're hopeless
almost free
the future is never like they say it will be
history, my own prophecy -
waking up to a gentle light
no longer tied to the law of the gun
to any riches
only the true kind
this windy city, the dust on your face
am I the better
half of your day
I've nothing but these blues
to steal the petals from the flowers' blooms
you say we'll make do