As the bulldozers crunch the concrete, there shall be an empty void where there once was a playground-
Children will surrender silently as the sun plummets to its death and the moon turns to blood-
We all walk around the green lands with shards of glass hidden underneath fallen leaves with blindfolds on our minds and daggers in our hands-
I convince the eyes’ of watchers-by-
Fool them with my slick walk-
My confident strut with a goofy heart-
Incapable of premeditated murder but always resulting in destruction-
Is it possible to transform this purgatory-facaded world to the heavenly earth it is known as?
Not in my eyes-
I see the end of a strenuous struggle as the start of a bloody conflict-
War wages and the end is only an illusion-

She’s got the heart of an angel and the scrutinizing eye of a detective-
Catching my phony slick walk and sometimes blaming it on my goofy heart-
The pointed finger’s fully unjust-
The heart is innocent and all of God’s children have their own slick walk-
The lone highway spans the void-
The connection that runs through the minds of two lost souls-
For every slick-walker is truly lost but the lonesome highway makes them feel found-
The feeling may be the truth, and the truth is relative to the feeling-
I know that I am home when I feel that I am at home-
When I feel that I am at home, my goofy heart comes out to play-
When my goofy heart comes out to play, it sometimes lays orange construction cones on the lone highway-
Nail clippings on a breezy Saturday night caused these orange cones to fall where they may-
Beliefs underlying beliefs, buried, rediscovered-
Excavation throughout the lone highway-
Potholes filled to perfection with tar seeped from love-
So it is no surprise to me-
I am my own worst enemy~