sliding down
a silver wave of electron
mixed media warm
microwaves empty glasses
green forests we pass through
too quickly
and the night sky, (did you see those shooting stars?)

midwestern america
paved our way and thanks
to products
and commerce trade goods
thank you man (misery enjoys company)

don't let it get you down
for
we all want to wear red belts
and dance across stage
strum an aqua guitar and bite our bottom lip
to be innocene yet refined
to be wanted and paid in full (i'm counting up)

discover for yourself that what moves around you, will always move around you.
its all just waiting for you to move towards it
and fuck it all up (for good this time).