Tricky Thinking

You're not meant to understand what is written here. If you do, congrats. If not, don't feel bad. Not many do.

Welcome to the nighttime air

Where thinking stops the thoughts

And time turns to dust

 

Angels spinning in the new spring breeze

Deamons lie in wait

All perfecting their timing

 

Why must we be forced to deliver

Why must we wear

Why is the question

And answer

To all

That ask