with an unscrupulous intent, here, we, banging heads together
life has assaulted us and we fear it, will there ever come a day
when precious life can be cast away, and in it's place we put
things a little more understood, and will that action take away
all the pain it's caused today, because a thing being not for good
leaves my trees bare, as the winds call to take my shade
but having not heard the call, to heed, i make peace with the beast
and put my shoes back under bed, hoping not to see it rear its head
