tempest

take 

out the stories 

they’ve put into your mind 

and brace 

for the glory

as you stare into the sky

the sky 

beneath 

i know you can’t be tired 

lay there 

stare at the ceiling 

and switch back to your time 

just go ahead 

now try and taste it 

i know it should be ripe 

…thrust 

…ahead

turning in circles 

been caught in a stasis 

the ancient arrival 

cut to the end 

i’d like to be taken 

apart from the inside 

then spit through the cycle 

right to the end 

wake for the glory 

i know you can’t be tired 

i’d like you to take me 

apart from the inside 

then spit through the cycle 

right to the end