In a garden full of smoking hornets, I found myself wandering of the truth of flying lies. Nothing matters except the contradiction you find inside their eyes, see? I can't, mostly it's the flies inside their lies but sometimes is the smoke flushing out the nest again.
None of that matters when the grass catches on fire. Then it's douse the walls, close the curtains and hope for the best. I can't even remember how to keep the flames from spreading. Doesn't matter because memory is weightless anyhow. In the midst of smoke, memory is a shadow wasp making it's way through the relentless smells.
And they go on. Everything brings me back to my nose when the fires are raging. The buzz, the roses, the time that I found myself running back to the nest again. Out, out, fly if you will! Turn everything off and nuzzle yourself deep under my wing. Yes. Time to hide again. It is safe here. Never you mind the burning houses. That is all part of the plan. Whose plan? Minding that is chasing the smoking wasps again.
When can we find the nest? Everything swirls around and I can't be sure. But if I nestle up close, that may be the best I can do.
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In a garden full of smoking hornets, I found myself wandering of the truth of flying lies. Nothing matters except the contradiction you find inside their eyes, see? I can't, mostly it's the flies inside their lies but sometimes is the smoke flushing out the nest again.
None of that matters when the grass catches on fire. Then it's douse the walls, close the curtains and hope for the best. I can't even remember how to keep the flames from spreading. Doesn't matter because memory is weightless anyhow. In the midst of smoke, memory is a shadow wasp making it's way through the relentless smells.
And they go on. Everything brings me back to my nose when the fires are raging. The buzz, the roses, the time that I found myself running back to the nest again. Out, out, fly if you will! Turn everything off and nuzzle yourself deep under my wing. Yes. Time to hide again. It is safe here. Never you mind the burning houses. That is all part of the plan. Whose plan? Minding that is chasing the smoking wasps again.
When can we find the nest? Everything swirls around and I can't be sure. But if I nestle up close, that may be the best I can do.
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