When nature takes ya
Chews you up
And breaks ya
Hard to satiate ya
World with a healing
Because everything
You’re feeling
Comes straight from
The peeling
Of your skin, the soil
The greenling
Ever so revealing
But it’s meant to be
Start realising, babe
That you’re naked
Nothing’s sacred
Whatever you hold dear
They will take it
Soon as nature gets a sniff
She will break it
Then we’re back
To the chewing thing
And you hate it
Still you know
Right from wrong
You know
Poem from song
You know slimline
From long
Heart shaped
From oblong
You know all these facts
All these figures
Get the point
So much quicker
Craft your own
So much slicker
But it’s the world
Without a clue
Nothing wrong with you
Running wrong crews
Grasping neons
Over muted blues
In an environment
That only cares about
New shoes
Just go softly, softly…
Get those fucking hands
Off me
Caress that tender off beat
Or ground it down
Like coffee
Batter it, and properly
Don’t let your dreams
Get away with this
Collect a thousand donations
To break a wish
Dunno who’s saving this
Mess made but in that filth
There’s a crazy bliss
That split personality
Comes rearing some more
One air force in the flat
One stiletto out the door
They say the world’s your oyster
But you ain’t deep
Like ocean floor
Intelligent, clever
So beautiful, so wise
An old soul drifting through the city
Blue tracksuit, red eyes
So many talents
So many lies
Such invincibility
That crumbles to death
Come midnight
The rest of them are pond skaters
But you and I are deep sea fish
There’s depths to you
I ain’t seen for ages
And them parts I do miss
Even in your shallow waters
The others couldn’t swim like this
Because the rest of them are pond skaters
And we were deep sea fish
Remember that?
Easy to slip back
Into the haze of days
That lacked
But this week’s been fat
Hectic and packed
It’s just when everyone stood
You stayed sat
So why you expecting glory?
Why you hoping for healing?
You’re just on that plump arse
Not kneeling
If everyone’s a god
Then no one is
Humming in prayer
With lo fi fizz
Come on, belt it
Master worship
You only expand
When you’re learning
The world keeps turning
Nothing to see here
Strictly eyes to the front
Minute you spin rear
You only orient anterior oppositional
Wanting access to everything
Is fictional
No need to hustle
No need to toot
No need to muddle
No need to root
Something’s on its way
Can you feel it too?
In our hatreds
So easy to lose nature’s boon
Maybe you need taking
Need to be chewed
Need a remodel
To break on through
You’ll lay on that kerb
Spit drenching you
And realise everything you wanted
To principal’s already the student
That knew.
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 